The Rohan who had not existed became a Rohan who did.
He kept his emotions as restrained and understated as possible to avoid provoking Xidi.
This pained him somewhat, because happiness needed to be shared. At the same time, the sorrow of a nearby "friend" could also give him a certain measure of pleasure.
Still, some things were best made clear now.
Rohan valued his friendship with Xidi. He also knew very well what inconceivable things this ill-tempered old friend sometimes did.
"He rejected you, Xidi."
Xidi said nothing.
Rohan continued, "Since that's the case, I have a chance now. I'll send him an invitation in a while. He has a real talent for formations, and he likes good food and enjoys cooking for himself. He's perfect for me."
Xidi glanced at Rohan. There was no anger in her eyes, only confusion. She asked:
"Rohan, I have a feeling..."
Rohan closed his eyes. Listening to Xidi's intuition was getting rather tiresome.
Xidi spoke anyway. "I suspect there's something wrong with the Divine Temple's investigation into him."
"You're overthinking it," Rohan said helplessly.
During the day, Chief Bishop Byrne had commented on Temple Elders as a group right in front of Kallen, saying that they had been enshrined on high for so long that they had long since lost their former professional competence.
So, sometimes, excessively poor professional standards might genuinely prove less useful than an emotional "sixth sense."
After calming down from Kallen's blatant humiliation of her, Xidi had detected something different.
"I trust my instincts," Xidi said.
"He simply lost his temper with you from his own position and standpoint, in a way everyone could understand," Rohan said.
"Rohan, have you ever bullied anyone?"
"What?"
Rohan felt he could no longer keep up with Xidi's train of thought.
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