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[A beat, and Chilton furrowed his brow with a glance over Abduxel's shoulder. The indication of an internal struggle.]
Do -- [Another hesitation.] Do you know why? He wants me as the king on his chessboard?
[It was easier to ask now, because Abduxel just confessed how he liked him.]