Suffering, same as always, [ is the snap response crossing Augustine's mind; but if it takes so much effort to get the thoughts he wants across, does he even need to be concerned that John will hear it?
(Or that he'll be able to tell it originates with Augustine?) ]
«Little bit chilly to try that just at the moment,» [ he says instead, because of course he does. ] «Of course it was my idea; who else are you trying to blamethis time?»
[ Maybe he suppresses the last quickly enough, maybe he doesn't; maybe John catches the flickering memory-images of a shrike in a dozen moments, muted emotions not enough to prevent the unhappy twist to his befanged mouth, smoothed away by a Disciple's focus on ritual just before Augustine dove — ]
«Did it work, at least?» [ (He doesn't even realize how desperately wistful his words sound, in their impossible travel from one mind to another. ] «Has her rage been at all appeased?»
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(Or that he'll be able to tell it originates with Augustine?) ]
«Little bit chilly to try that just at the moment,» [ he says instead, because of course he does. ] «Of course it was my idea; who else are you trying to blame
this time?»[ Maybe he suppresses the last quickly enough, maybe he doesn't; maybe John catches the flickering memory-images of a shrike in a dozen moments, muted emotions not enough to prevent the unhappy twist to his befanged mouth, smoothed away by a Disciple's focus on ritual just before Augustine dove — ]
«Did it work, at least?» [ (He doesn't even realize how desperately wistful his words sound, in their impossible travel from one mind to another. ] «Has her rage been at all appeased?»