[ both the woman and lance turn to magnus with obvious surprise and confusion. the woman stammers, fumbling for an adequate response; she'd been on such a roll, she likely forgot that sometimes other people could actually say something back to her, and in that short delay, lance shifts slightly to face magnus, murmuring quietly under his breath, ]
It's okay — really.
[ he attempts a smile, small and somewhat self-deprecating, and the sight of it seems to remind the woman of her anger all over again. ]
If he was truly that good, then why did that attack happen? I saw him that day! He was just standing there!
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It's okay — really.
[ he attempts a smile, small and somewhat self-deprecating, and the sight of it seems to remind the woman of her anger all over again. ]
If he was truly that good, then why did that attack happen? I saw him that day! He was just standing there!