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Loren nodded at Jigano’s offer. ”Thanks.” The gratitude was there in the summoner’s voice. It was just buried under weariness. Thankfully, the slight pulse of it that he sent through their link was clearer.
Sighing, he ran a hand through his hair again. "Sure, but I'd assume the worst." Hesitating, he bit his lip. "I can't confirm it, but...I'm pretty sure I was being watched during my conversation with him." Still drumming his thigh, he shrugged a bit helplessly. "Our father taught both of us to be spies. I never thought Neron was listening but, well, it wouldn't surprise me if he had an information network and...I don't know. My instincts told me something was off."
Sighing, he ran a hand through his hair again. "Sure, but I'd assume the worst." Hesitating, he bit his lip. "I can't confirm it, but...I'm pretty sure I was being watched during my conversation with him." Still drumming his thigh, he shrugged a bit helplessly. "Our father taught both of us to be spies. I never thought Neron was listening but, well, it wouldn't surprise me if he had an information network and...I don't know. My instincts told me something was off."
Never judge a book by its cover.
