[Jasper feels a hand and a leg behind, a hand guiding his back like he is one of those horses so admired. He pushes the other man away and rolls his eyes, offended at the insinuation he needs support to walk. Those days are dead and gone, left behind like Hendrik now.
He strides through the passage and lets his voice carry in the space.]
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He strides through the passage and lets his voice carry in the space.]
Certainly not. I am hardly an unreasonable man.