Jude returns to his own bread, doctoring each piece and putting it back on the plate, methodical and a little childish, maybe. He likes to eat it in exact ratios of bread to butter and jam.
He makes a noise in the back of his throat, somewhere between a grumble of assent and an actual growl, too deep for human hearing.
"The Gallows is shaking in their boots. Makes it hard to keep an open mind."
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Jude returns to his own bread, doctoring each piece and putting it back on the plate, methodical and a little childish, maybe. He likes to eat it in exact ratios of bread to butter and jam.
He makes a noise in the back of his throat, somewhere between a grumble of assent and an actual growl, too deep for human hearing.
"The Gallows is shaking in their boots. Makes it hard to keep an open mind."