[it's a little sharp, as he pulls himself to his feet with the boy still in his lap -- if only to deposit him gently upright himself on the floor. there's a sort of hardness of old in his eyes that speak of that same stubborn will that hasn't died centuries later -- but there is an edge, a strain to it, now. he's trying to keep things together]
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[it's a little sharp, as he pulls himself to his feet with the boy still in his lap -- if only to deposit him gently upright himself on the floor. there's a sort of hardness of old in his eyes that speak of that same stubborn will that hasn't died centuries later -- but there is an edge, a strain to it, now. he's trying to keep things together]
...Please don't question this.