[With intentional movement, Vakama flips the mask around, just as he had done with the one in his hands originally. For now, let it be an item to carry with all the rest, rather than a memory to haunt.]
...Let us not talk about this here, my friend. [Not in open space with watching eyes and ears. Not with Viktor looking so deeply uncomfortable in a way Vakama wishes he could say was unfamiliar.]
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...Let us not talk about this here, my friend. [Not in open space with watching eyes and ears. Not with Viktor looking so deeply uncomfortable in a way Vakama wishes he could say was unfamiliar.]
Come. My room should be plenty empty.