[His little Sunday school adage appeals to Krone, apparently. She squeezes her legs more tight and cozy, as her smile crinkles up underneath her eyes. The expression falters for a minute in that grim pause, as her hand hovers over her throat. Krone manages to keep clinging to his words. It's more convenient for her, in many ways, if Eric talks about himself.]
...so you don't fight him anymore? [She can't remember if he's dropped the name before, but if nothing else there's obvious familiarity in his voice. Warmth. ...and the air near the iron maiden is cold. Maybe the both of them will be comforted.] Tell me more about him.
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...so you don't fight him anymore? [She can't remember if he's dropped the name before, but if nothing else there's obvious familiarity in his voice. Warmth. ...and the air near the iron maiden is cold. Maybe the both of them will be comforted.] Tell me more about him.