[ The thread between them begins to fray, fibers snapping and unraveling. Gildor runs a tentative tendril of thought over it, curling around their thin connection like a curious shadow. ]
(I already told you, I try to be nice to everyone.)
[ His mind playfully plucks at the string, and for a moment his thoughts go hazy with a deep resonating sound. This is silly. If he's going to pretend and treat this like a game, then so will Gildor. ]
(Are we going to talk ourselves in a circle, or is there something else on your mind, Mr...?)
[ He has half a guess to fill in the blank, but would rather hear the name from him. ]
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(I already told you, I try to be nice to everyone.)
[ His mind playfully plucks at the string, and for a moment his thoughts go hazy with a deep resonating sound. This is silly. If he's going to pretend and treat this like a game, then so will Gildor. ]
(Are we going to talk ourselves in a circle, or is there something else on your mind, Mr...?)
[ He has half a guess to fill in the blank, but would rather hear the name from him. ]