I wonder why that is. Have they grown so bored with their playthings? [His tone is getting a little mocking by now; not so fatherly as usual; sarcastic. Not aimed at Prydain, of course, but nevertheless he gets to see a hint of that other side of Giovanni that is usually kept to the shadows.
He sighs, and his tone resets to normal.] Yet they still play their game. Foreboding.
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He sighs, and his tone resets to normal.] Yet they still play their game. Foreboding.