The Fool smiles, but the expression possesses a distant, almost listless quality. He looks away. "Yes," he says rather faintly, "I do. Yet so many of them are not truthfully mine to tell." A pause, before he laughs a little and looks to Trahearne again, as though to reassure him that he hasn't accidentally trod upon some forbidden subject. "Not that that has stopped me previously."
He twists some in his seat to more fully face Trahearne, looking inquisitive. "But tell me more of your world. I fear I could go on at great length about my calling, but perhaps on another night." Another night, when nightmares weren't keeping him awake.
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The Fool smiles, but the expression possesses a distant, almost listless quality. He looks away. "Yes," he says rather faintly, "I do. Yet so many of them are not truthfully mine to tell." A pause, before he laughs a little and looks to Trahearne again, as though to reassure him that he hasn't accidentally trod upon some forbidden subject. "Not that that has stopped me previously."
He twists some in his seat to more fully face Trahearne, looking inquisitive. "But tell me more of your world. I fear I could go on at great length about my calling, but perhaps on another night." Another night, when nightmares weren't keeping him awake.