[Goddamnit, fuck off Syrlya. He feels himself get angry at his assertion, his emotions having no patience for what is undoubtedly an accurate guess.]
I know how this goes, okay? [He snaps, pressing a hand over his eyes on his side of the radio.] I know it better than anyone. So spare me the crap, okay?
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I know how this goes, okay? [He snaps, pressing a hand over his eyes on his side of the radio.] I know it better than anyone. So spare me the crap, okay?