[Matoba smiles, and shrugs. A question asked and answered. Certainly, he got a part of the answer that he was looking for.] Very well.
[A being who tries at all costs to suppress who he is. It was a pitiful yet long-lived existence, the meaning of which he wanted to know. And in what was said and what was not, that was enough.]
[The cowardice, as Bradley had put it, was infuriatingly familiar.]
Oh, I didn't try the tres leches yet. [Matoba sticks his fork into it, and scoops away a piece. Matoba hums appreciatively over the bite.] Spongy and soft. It wouldn't do to let any of this go to waste, now would it?
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[A being who tries at all costs to suppress who he is. It was a pitiful yet long-lived existence, the meaning of which he wanted to know. And in what was said and what was not, that was enough.]
[The cowardice, as Bradley had put it, was infuriatingly familiar.]
Oh, I didn't try the tres leches yet. [Matoba sticks his fork into it, and scoops away a piece. Matoba hums appreciatively over the bite.] Spongy and soft. It wouldn't do to let any of this go to waste, now would it?