[He doesn't look smug or even angry. His expression is nearly neutral, but anyone who has spent enough time around Alastair knows his melancholy when they see it. Grayson's state of affairs is not the least bit satisfying. Not that he had ever expected it would be.
He approaches the bars, lets his eyelids draw slightly. He's a stray dog who's been given up for dead by his former handlers -- a casualty of the nonsensical war that's been going on for centuries. If only he hadn't been so--]
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[He doesn't look smug or even angry. His expression is nearly neutral, but anyone who has spent enough time around Alastair knows his melancholy when they see it. Grayson's state of affairs is not the least bit satisfying. Not that he had ever expected it would be.
He approaches the bars, lets his eyelids draw slightly. He's a stray dog who's been given up for dead by his former handlers -- a casualty of the nonsensical war that's been going on for centuries. If only he hadn't been so--]
Anger will not serve you now.