Perfidia - Observes small cues

"No." Jay fell silent. Fiddled with the knob of his baseball bat, which he balanced against his thigh like a cane. Perfidia reclaimed a modicum of calm. He was nervous about something. Something he wanted to say but couldn't. He wasn't a statue, he had qualms, quibbles, insecurities of his own, and when a human had those—all humans did—Perfidia could squeeze.

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[1] Spirit of Eternal Negation