[ There's a level of anger in Tim's voice that Algric hasn't heard since his own timeline. The fire and explosions were apt, and here, audibly, it snaps and crackles. ]
Oh, I don't know. Maybe trusting him?
[ He points back to the divots where the rings were in a sharp, quick gesture. ]
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Oh, I don't know. Maybe trusting him?
[ He points back to the divots where the rings were in a sharp, quick gesture. ]