[ at his feet, grey wind shifts, restless, something like intent in the motion. robb hasn't looked away from corvo's face, like he's committing it to memory. this man protects robb's family. this man has sworn himself to robb. and he shall put that mask on again, and robb wishes to remember the face beneath it. ]
I've not asked much of your life before this. Would you speak to me of it?
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I've not asked much of your life before this. Would you speak to me of it?