Galadan quells the upswelling of rage at being left so uninformed, mind already cataloguing this new information, fitting more puzzle pieces into place.
His lip twists in what might, to the tutored eye, pass for ironic amusement.
"How you have fallen from heaven, O star of the morning, son of the dawn. Appropriate."
no subject
Then--
"Is it."
Galadan quells the upswelling of rage at being left so uninformed, mind already cataloguing this new information, fitting more puzzle pieces into place.
His lip twists in what might, to the tutored eye, pass for ironic amusement.
"How you have fallen from heaven, O star of the morning, son of the dawn. Appropriate."
He is not speaking solely of Lucifer.