[Voice]

[voiceshall_echo]

[Private to Kahlan]

Are you in your room?

[Private to Judas]

[This is clearly so late because Shinzon's been moping brooding. In a manly fashion. Yes.]

What did you try to do?

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[lastconfessor.livejournal.com]

I'm afraid I can't answer that for you. What you do with it is your decision.

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[voiceshall_echo]

[He made a 'tch' sound in the back of his throat, but it was half hearted. He sure as hell wasn't going to tell it SECRETS.]

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[lastconfessor.livejournal.com]

[The corner of her mouth wanted to curve into a smile, but she suppressed it. Instead she clasped her hands in front of her.]

So. Is it safe to assume we're on speaking terms again?

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[voiceshall_echo]

[Good. No laughing at him allowed. His lip curled in a half sneer.] We are speaking, aren't we?

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[lastconfessor.livejournal.com]

Yes, but how long with that last? [She was referring of course to the fact that he seems to have a habit of getting angry with her and giving her the silent treatment.]

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[voiceshall_echo]

For as long as necessary. [He pursed his lips a moment before looking away.] I want to go to the pub.

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[lastconfessor.livejournal.com]

I'll assume there was a 'please' in that request. [Dry statement is dry.] I can take you there now if that's what you'd prefer.

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[voiceshall_echo]

[He lifted his chin, lips thining as they pressed together. That look spoke worlds; he was a Praetor, not a child.] Alone, [he stipulated.] Just unlock the door.

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[lastconfessor.livejournal.com]

[The look on her face equaled that of his. She was the Mother Confessor and not to be trifled with.] And what will you do if I say no?

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[voiceshall_echo]

[Sounds like an impasse.] Find someone who won't.

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[lastconfessor.livejournal.com]

Fine, I'll let you in.

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[voiceshall_echo]

[He lifts his chin a little, vaguely nodding.] Thank you.

[It's not please, but. Close!]