Mictain raised his eyebrows. Well, if that was how it was going to be. He could live without Raphael -- it might stung, but he'd done it before. Even if he didn't manage to teach the healer a lesson and then lure him back, at least he had come to his senses about Raphael. He would no more be a lapdog.
With one last tug at the red hair, he thus let Raphael go. No use holding him back; he wouldn't learn anything anyway. "Run off, angel," he said, smirking. "But remember, denying the truth makes it no less true."
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Date: 2006-03-19 11:36 pm (UTC)With one last tug at the red hair, he thus let Raphael go. No use holding him back; he wouldn't learn anything anyway. "Run off, angel," he said, smirking. "But remember, denying the truth makes it no less true."