[In a manner both sulky and decidedly self-conscious, Benedict closes his mouth firmly; it takes him a moment before he decides to speak again, watching the newcomer-- Gannicus, that's his name-- with a gaze as petulant as it was fearful a moment ago.]
...some, [he admits in a low voice. To think of that time in his life doesn't make him proud, per se.]
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...some, [he admits in a low voice. To think of that time in his life doesn't make him proud, per se.]