[They're way too alike. Healers. Abominations. Worrying.]
Think nothing of it. There's little kindness left in the world.
[The cat stretches in his lap and then moves out of it, wandering over to Bruce to give him a curious sniff before she sits down with her back to him, cleaning her paw.]
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Think nothing of it. There's little kindness left in the world.
[The cat stretches in his lap and then moves out of it, wandering over to Bruce to give him a curious sniff before she sits down with her back to him, cleaning her paw.]
That's Hawke. I'm... Karl.