[audio because Jared hates FAILTEXTING]

[smite_knight]

 I wish to apologize for my rudeness last night, Remy. I am glad to know that we... understand each other, and I would be happy to speak with you again.

Also, those of you who were asking for me several nights ago... I thank you, and I appreciate your concern.

[There's another little pause, like he's trying to work out what to say, but then the

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[loathemirrors]

It is not an issue, sir.

[smite_knight]

... still, I am glad to know that I have friends who would worry about me.

Not that I would want to worry them, of course.

[loathemirrors]

Worry: to torment oneself with or suffer from disturbing thoughts; fret; to torment with cares or anxieties.

[smite_knight]

Indeed, and exactly why I would not wish it on a friend.

[loathemirrors]

You do not need to worry about me. I can not feel pain.

[smi7e_knigh7]

You cannot-? I suppose that would be useful, but... that is strange, if you will forgive me for saying so.

[loathemirrors]

My Master created me.

[smite_knight]

... I see.