[Things Blade will notice: the faintest scent of blood lingering about Dan Heng, even though he seems perfectly fine aside from the pallor and the tight grip on his own arm.]
It was not an order. It was a favor. Do not try to tell me you do not care about him.
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It was not an order. It was a favor. Do not try to tell me you do not care about him.
[He isn't in the mood for lies.]