[Pan blinked at the blurted statement, and there was something about that name which had him seriously considering why it registered. The words themselves were a bit mad, but he was a good enough judge of character that he could tell that there was truth of the matter. He held his silence, letting the silence continue as if he were doing little more than digest them.]
Grace, that's a nice name. [He picked up the dice, but he didn't throw them, holding his silence and chewing on his lower lip.] Do you think she had a better life without you?
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Grace, that's a nice name. [He picked up the dice, but he didn't throw them, holding his silence and chewing on his lower lip.] Do you think she had a better life without you?