[And as Harding listens, a change comes over him. You can trace it by the look on his face when he recognizes the tune (bemused) and realizes what song Wrathion is talking about (dismay). He closes his eyes before they can show his bemusement and exhales through his nose. His face just falls from there, his demeanor growing progressively dampened by what feels like resignation.]
A man, [is what he finally repeats back to Wrathion when he opens his eyes again. He sounds tired. Are you sure? is too much to ask, but the silence he lets the question-phrased-as-a-statement hang in implies it anyway.]
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A man, [is what he finally repeats back to Wrathion when he opens his eyes again. He sounds tired. Are you sure? is too much to ask, but the silence he lets the question-phrased-as-a-statement hang in implies it anyway.]