That's... putting it mildly. [ His brows furrowed a little bit. He wasn't sure how to feel about that. It wasn't a lie, of course, but it was probably the gentlest way 622 could have put it. ... Was 622 trying to protect him? Or had he honestly forgiven him to the point where that was his most accurate way of describing it?

Either option made a very weird warmth grip his chest.

He wet his lips, busying his hands with fiddling with groceries. ]

I impersonated an Imperial Officer and told him that Canada was this nation's mortal enemy.