[Jon scoffs and takes a sip of his tea, muttering:] Yes, well. Thank you for the stars, they're lovely. Even if you weren't bothering to pay attention to anything else.
[He goes still, brows furrowing.] We've... we've talked about that, right? What you did as an angel. [The Archivist can't remember the conversation, and that typically bodes ill.]
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[He goes still, brows furrowing.] We've... we've talked about that, right? What you did as an angel. [The Archivist can't remember the conversation, and that typically bodes ill.]