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Talk.

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[ a shadow falls upon them, forming words. ]

ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ʏᴏᴜ.
ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴇ.
ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴜᴛᴛᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅs,
ᴀs ɪ sᴛᴏᴏᴅ ᴀʙᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ,
ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ sʟᴇᴇᴘ?

ᴅᴀɴ ғᴇɴɢ.
ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ғᴏʀɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ?
ᴊᴜsᴛ ʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ʜᴀs ʙᴇᴇɴ ʟᴏsᴛ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʙʏ ɴᴏᴡ?

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[What the actual fuck?]

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[Gowther has struck a nerve he may or may have not intended to, and a look of true, violently incandescent rage crosses Dan Feng's face.

He pushes Gowther away - only to lift a hand, to try and backhand him across the face.]

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[ he misses, if only because Gowther stumbles backwards and trips over his own ear.

the text disappears. Gowther lays in a heap on the floor.

is he gonna try again? ]

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[He doesn't try (yet), but he crouches over Gowther, with a look of unseeing anger contorting his face.]

Do not test me.

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[ rolls over. studies Dan Feng's face ]

Ah! Judging by the series of expressions decorating your face... I have touched on a spot of unresolved trauma, perhaps...?