[It's good that the thief king is distracted, because he's having second thoughts, third thoughts, looping back to first thoughts over and over again. His fingers tense against his legs as he mulls it over. How to say it, precisely? What to do, precisely? Ask it, or not? Leave, or go through with his questions?
In the end, he just blurts it out, not looking at the man directly.]
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In the end, he just blurts it out, not looking at the man directly.]
What is it that taints a soul with darkness?