No, (voryn says distantly, thinking of something else.) You don't.

(his heart would do him more good carved out of his chest so that he may turn it over in his hands to find the error in its construction.

it matters not. what matters is that this man attempts to read him and fails, and that's not his fault. they've only just met, so it can't be made to be easy.)

I told you to stop making presumptions, yet you carry on with it. It's possible we have nothing to say to one another, as I am clearly no better than a man who whines about wine.

Tell me something. (the subject change is blunt, voryn unforgiving. just what flamebringer ordered.) What are you?