Kristoff's hands are trembling, not solely from exhaustion. "Again, flattering, brother, if I could believe the statement was rooted in respect and not rationalization. You do not even think I am capable of dealing with my own mail. And now the gods themselves need more help than I?"
"I will not speak for her."
He forces himself to push the button. He's kept them waiting too long, and it is wrong of him. "Ladies, Vincent is alive, apparently well, and returned."
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