[ You are safe here. What a joke. He's safe exactly nowhere. That's not how the world works. Carver's fingers twitch against Gold's shoulders but he doesn't laugh or sneer. Just holds still, and waits as Gold gets the door open. ]
No one comes here without your permission.
[ His voice is very flat. But he believes that much, at least. ]
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No one comes here without your permission.
[ His voice is very flat. But he believes that much, at least. ]