[ If words could be tasted, that statement would likely resemble rhubarb fresh from the dirt. Gildor's mouth flattens to a straight line. Normally his ears aren't so mistaken, but he could've sworn...
Oh well, happened for a reason right? ]
Ah. Sorry about that.
[ Sorry for mistaking him? Or perhaps sorry for him, that he's a boy. He'll leave it there for Allen to interpret as he wishes. ]
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Oh well, happened for a reason right? ]
Ah. Sorry about that.
[ Sorry for mistaking him? Or perhaps sorry for him, that he's a boy. He'll leave it there for Allen to interpret as he wishes. ]