Havelock Vetinari (
oneman_onevote
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2010-01-22 01:35 am (UTC)
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Havelock rests his hands on Puck's arms, holding on lightly.
His hands are no longer freezing by now, but the warmth feels good-- and real, not something fogging his thoughts from outside.
"I know," he says.
Tell your friend that I am not -- without mercy,
Tepesh had said, and Havelock still isn't sure whether that is a warning or simple truth.
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His hands are no longer freezing by now, but the warmth feels good-- and real, not something fogging his thoughts from outside.
"I know," he says.
Tell your friend that I am not -- without mercy, Tepesh had said, and Havelock still isn't sure whether that is a warning or simple truth.