[What an unhappy sight. Jasper finds himself unable to tear his eyes away. He rubs one hand across the other, wondering if there is anything to say. If there is anything he should say.
He says nothing about the praise for his skill. He is proud enough to take the compliment without protest.]
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He says nothing about the praise for his skill. He is proud enough to take the compliment without protest.]
Hendrik...
[What can he say, indeed?]