The only sound was a high, white, buzzing, static, and the taste of blood in my mouth. I glanced at the wrist in question. How? He looked at me, and the pain was still raw. Charlotte, his mother, came in from the kitchen's swinging door just behind that chair.
She was quiet for longer this time. I knew you wouldn't lie, because I was your Ulfric, or because you didn't want to hurt my feelings. I wanted my hands free. There was a good mind in there somewhere, he just didn't always seem to use it.
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