[It is a slight edge. A nuanced spark, easy to miss for untrained eye that is not used to seek out the shifts and changes in one's expression. But Richard has played this game for a long time now to know to pick out the hidden fangs behind ones smile. He presses his own lips tightly together into a thin line, curling the edges to meet the smile on his companion's features.]
Then that is something we can both agree to. [Come as they might. Be they Gods, humans or demons. Richard will not apologize. He's never done so before and will not from now on either. He'll continue walking his chosen path with head held high. It's the least he can do. For himself and to his other half -- one that is not here.]
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Then that is something we can both agree to. [Come as they might. Be they Gods, humans or demons. Richard will not apologize. He's never done so before and will not from now on either. He'll continue walking his chosen path with head held high. It's the least he can do. For himself and to his other half -- one that is not here.]