[He returns Ashraf's gaze, though his fathomless eyes and tight jaw don't betray much. His gloved hands are folded in his lap, and his fingers tighten slightly around each other as another dark flash sparks behind his eyelids, a wisp of recent, terrible memories snaking out to remind him of his experience.
Koltira digs his nails into his palms; the moment passes.]
There is nothing to tell. I did what needed to be done.
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Koltira digs his nails into his palms; the moment passes.]
There is nothing to tell. I did what needed to be done.