[Like a snake, hot fury snaps forward and cracks the surface of calm. Impressively, Rufus doesn't let it show on his face. The kettle is past the boiling point, but he forces the lid taut over it.]
[This is more than he's gotten out of Rufus over the past two weeks, so he knows this isn't something to just shake the man over to give up all his secrets.]
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[Something more serious settles over Hansa's face, like a curtain.]
Rufus...how much debt are you in?
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. . . Pretty soon, it won't matter.
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What does that mean? Are you going to pay it off?
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[Perhaps Hansa's calm is what's keeping the lid that much more secure. Normally, it would've blown over by now. Or . . .
It's hot, but frigid at once.]
I saw what my collector did behind my back, and I intend to collect.
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[Centuries? A bit of simmering confusion, but he lets it subside, only to be replaced by something more cold. Like a wolf, grinning.]
So he misused your trust? Ha. What a foolish thing to do. What did he do, exactly?
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I don't want to talk about it.
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[This is more than he's gotten out of Rufus over the past two weeks, so he knows this isn't something to just shake the man over to give up all his secrets.]
Anyways, are you going to kill him?
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[It's definitely something else, but his clipped tone suggests that that's all he'll volunteer.]