[ It's that subtle whisper of faith that gets Casval to glance up, which lifts his fingers from the keys, more so than his initial entrance had. It speaks to a gentleness Casval can't quite understand, though he remembers brushes, traces of it when he was younger. When he didn't know that this world was worth living in because its evils kept it spinning. ]
You still haven't introduced yourself to me, young man.
[ It's said teasingly enough, absent its usual sternness. Casval could be obstinate, sure, but it's hard to dole out any fire when you're receiving nothing of the sort in turn. ]
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You still haven't introduced yourself to me, young man.
[ It's said teasingly enough, absent its usual sternness. Casval could be obstinate, sure, but it's hard to dole out any fire when you're receiving nothing of the sort in turn. ]