[ He covers his heart with his hand. His voice is light, but he means this with painful sincerity. ]
I don't stab in the back. If I'm coming after you, I'll attack you to your face.
[ It's a point of pride. Oh, yes, he'll gossip with the best of them, but he'll always repeat those rumors to the faces of their subjects. It's not cruelty, though he certainly doesn't correct those who believe that it's cruelty. No - he remembers well what it's like to be destroy by a stab in the back. A rumor with no source and no way to fight it. ]
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[ He covers his heart with his hand. His voice is light, but he means this with painful sincerity. ]
I don't stab in the back. If I'm coming after you, I'll attack you to your face.
[ It's a point of pride. Oh, yes, he'll gossip with the best of them, but he'll always repeat those rumors to the faces of their subjects. It's not cruelty, though he certainly doesn't correct those who believe that it's cruelty. No - he remembers well what it's like to be destroy by a stab in the back. A rumor with no source and no way to fight it. ]