[ He senses a pause. Like someone waiting to open their door after a knock. November waits it out patiently, he knows this is an odd conversation in general. Moreso with their mission hovering over their heads. ]
( Nothing is fair in love or war. I'll just have to make it worth your while to divulge, if I want an even playing field, won't I? )
[ If her voice is underwater, his is clear and crisp. The emotions underneath of it are muted though, like trying to understand words on wet paper and bleeding ink. ]
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( Nothing is fair in love or war. I'll just have to make it worth your while to divulge, if I want an even playing field, won't I? )
[ If her voice is underwater, his is clear and crisp. The emotions underneath of it are muted though, like trying to understand words on wet paper and bleeding ink. ]