Tseng's posture didn't waver. He did nod at the occasional instructor as they passed by, not about to draw more curiosity by ignoring them outright. When the room was all but silent, he replied with a simple, almost desert-dry statement.
"It's my job."
You were brilliant, Rufus, there was no doubt about that. Tseng was still a Turk.
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Date: 2016-12-15 01:24 am (UTC)"It's my job."
You were brilliant, Rufus, there was no doubt about that. Tseng was still a Turk.