“How can you let him do THIS?!”
Seneca
didn't look up from the form she was filling out. “Because, it is
something he wants and, more importantly, something he needs to do for himself.”
Axtus snarled. “You can't LET him go
gladium, Flintfire!”
“He isn't going to be a gladium, you
lug-head.” Seneca's eyes flicked up to see Axtus' stunned
expression. “What? You think I've been on the Flint squad for over
22 years without earning some pull with the paper-pushers up
stairs? Give me some credit. And close your mouth, you're catching
flies.”
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