Bodhi huffs softly at the comment, amused to be referred to as a grown man.
Lyra cocks her head, studying Bodhi again. But she keeps talking to Galen, or to her self. "You found a way, then? Fifteen years. How many died for Orson's hubris. I meant to kill him."
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Date: 2017-10-31 07:41 am (UTC)Lyra cocks her head, studying Bodhi again. But she keeps talking to Galen, or to her self. "You found a way, then? Fifteen years. How many died for Orson's hubris. I meant to kill him."