[ she recognizes it for the joke it is, but maybe her sense of humor is failing of her, what little of it there is. riven snorts, shoulders hunching up and going stiff. ]
I think... I'm beginning to get sick of war. [ she pauses after saying it, as if her own words surprise her. she shifts her chin into a hand, pointedly looking away from tempest; that was a confession too honest for the enemy. ]
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I think... I'm beginning to get sick of war. [ she pauses after saying it, as if her own words surprise her. she shifts her chin into a hand, pointedly looking away from tempest; that was a confession too honest for the enemy. ]