[Yeah, that doesn’t add up. Obi’s skin prickles as his sense that something is wrong grows stronger, though now it has less to do with the hair itself than with Mielle’s reaction. He pauses, then changes tack.]
Okay, okay. I’m gonna throw it out, okay? Mind watching the rest of this stuff while I take care of it?
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Okay, okay. I’m gonna throw it out, okay? Mind watching the rest of this stuff while I take care of it?
[Read: Stay in one place and don’t faint, okay?]