WISE MEN WONDER WHILE STRONG MEN DIE
”And you love it.” A little far, maybe, but Neron hoped it was obvious that he was joking by this point. ”At least you ought to be happy to know that I have kept the original cook from the Kraai, so the food won’t change. Unless you want it to, of course.” Warden’s prerogative and all that.
He shrugged a little in response to her question, his expression a complex mix of no not really and yes but it’s weird. ”We have never gotten along better,” he explained slowly. ”But this is relatively new territory for us. For twins, we have not often seen eye to eye. My fault, really.” If there was a hint of regret in his eyes for a moment, he quickly stifled it.
Besides, Morgan was already asking after his profession, causing a cat-like smile to spread across Neron’s face. ”I absolutely did,” he confirmed. ”But I assure you, the only trick I’m pulling here is that, despite my own reservations, I quite like you, Warren.”
He shrugged a little in response to her question, his expression a complex mix of no not really and yes but it’s weird. ”We have never gotten along better,” he explained slowly. ”But this is relatively new territory for us. For twins, we have not often seen eye to eye. My fault, really.” If there was a hint of regret in his eyes for a moment, he quickly stifled it.
Besides, Morgan was already asking after his profession, causing a cat-like smile to spread across Neron’s face. ”I absolutely did,” he confirmed. ”But I assure you, the only trick I’m pulling here is that, despite my own reservations, I quite like you, Warren.”
