The Darkling still feels vaguely unsettled by him, his eyes scanning those light scars over his face without trying to hide it. He wonders if he'll look like that, if he ever goes back to Ravka. It's a reminder that even immortality can only last so long. The Darkling looks at Billy evenly, watching as he takes a bite out of the plum.
Well. If Mr. Russo hasn't died yet. ]
You haven't been concerned there's foul play at hand?
[ But slowly, elegantly, he's reaching for a peach. ]
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The Darkling still feels vaguely unsettled by him, his eyes scanning those light scars over his face without trying to hide it. He wonders if he'll look like that, if he ever goes back to Ravka. It's a reminder that even immortality can only last so long. The Darkling looks at Billy evenly, watching as he takes a bite out of the plum.
Well. If Mr. Russo hasn't died yet. ]
You haven't been concerned there's foul play at hand?
[ But slowly, elegantly, he's reaching for a peach. ]