Magnus can see the look on Galahad's face, obviously: the tiny tuck of his mouth, the cast of his gaze. To Magnus's practiced eye, it screams grim.
"Yeah," he says. "You get used to that kind of thing." He pauses. "I'll let Alex tell you the story of what it was like for her," because now she can. "Why she was actually upset, stuff like that. It's..." he trails off. Maybe Galahad can actually guess. Alex let him draw her, after all; he already knows that Alex doesn't want to be trapped as one thing. Maybe it's an easy extrapolation to get that this was the crux of her concern when she was first reaped, or whatever.
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"Yeah," he says. "You get used to that kind of thing." He pauses. "I'll let Alex tell you the story of what it was like for her," because now she can. "Why she was actually upset, stuff like that. It's..." he trails off. Maybe Galahad can actually guess. Alex let him draw her, after all; he already knows that Alex doesn't want to be trapped as one thing. Maybe it's an easy extrapolation to get that this was the crux of her concern when she was first reaped, or whatever.