[He is aware of every movement, every subtle sound, like glass against his teeth — and it is sheer discipline that keeps him from jolting underneath the hand that skims his leg, so that when Cy touches him there is only rigid and unyielding muscle.
The question is meant to make him speak, and eventually he does, in a tone that is comparable to the first time Cy had met him — low, sharp on the syllables, emotion like a burning ember within the haughty tone.]
I didn't count. [He doesn't lift the volume of his voice, but he knows Cy will hear him.] I hardly noticed your men at all.
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The question is meant to make him speak, and eventually he does, in a tone that is comparable to the first time Cy had met him — low, sharp on the syllables, emotion like a burning ember within the haughty tone.]
I didn't count. [He doesn't lift the volume of his voice, but he knows Cy will hear him.] I hardly noticed your men at all.