[A change of demeanor comes in degrees. At first, he's merely pensive. A initial digesting of information shared. However, that's the thing about emotional states such as despondency- despite knowing that death was not permanent, and had been in part a result of his own machinations— Gogol can't help it— he doesn't feel relieved at all and it shows.
A gaze turns downcast as a smile slips away entirely. Speaking softer now it's a night and day comparison with his usual persona.]
Was he... [A false start. Then a thought occurs, and it twists his features further.] If you were the one who killed him- wouldn't you... er- no, wouldn't you... ?
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A gaze turns downcast as a smile slips away entirely. Speaking softer now it's a night and day comparison with his usual persona.]
Was he... [A false start. Then a thought occurs, and it twists his features further.] If you were the one who killed him- wouldn't you... er- no, wouldn't you... ?