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and trained by Seladril. Perhaps there might've been some rivalry between
the two as a result (indeed, perhaps there already was) if Seladril hadn't
been coyly disapproving of such nonsense.
"I know you were very close to our late Factor Seladril," Remn said coolly.
There was suspicion in his eyes.
"Somewhat," was the response, just as cold, "We were friends, nothing
more."
"Still, it strikes me as unusual that you chose to perform the autopsy
yourself. And the embalming," Remn ran a finger along his chin. He had a
habit of doing so every time he was deep in thought.
Soego toyed with the idea of gutting the fleshy morsel where he stood.
Already he could feel the hot blood trailing through his fur, lapping it up
sweet and thick and nourishing from Remn's veins, "She taught me well. I
believed I would do honor to her by showing I wouldn't flinch to perform
these final favors."
Remn made a clicking sound with his tongue, "And such pride undoes it,
Soego. You are far too arrogant for your own good."
The hot slosh of guts in his talons, the crunch of bone hiding tender marrow
within... "Is there something you wanted, Remn?"
"Ah. Yes, I had forgotten," Remn flicked his fingers as if dismissing the
original thought, "You were the one who found the body, and you had
assumed that she was coming for a visit since you had been sick."
"Yes. We all know that Seladril was very considerate."
"I was at the Gathering Dust Bar that evening, as well. When she came in
she had ordered a tray with a bowl of soup and a cup of tea. For you, I
imagine."
Soego could feel his eyes burning even redder already, "Very kind of her."
"How odd that the tray wasn't found with her body."
"Yes. How odd. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to lock up," Soego said. It
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