[his sheer irritation at this conversation gives him enough willpower to arrange himself more comfortably; with effort, he assumes a cross-legged position on the ground, laughing at Ashraf's remark, because willpower really is the thing here.] Story of my bloody life.
[he shakes his head.] Why are you here, then? When I called you for help with that sniveling kim'jael of a man, you didn't even look at me.
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[he shakes his head.] Why are you here, then? When I called you for help with that sniveling kim'jael of a man, you didn't even look at me.