[Without meaning to, Cater tenses at the question. It's a fair thing to ask, and that's all it is, really. Vil's just asking a question. Still, that familiar self-consciousness rises up, trying to snuff out the flame in him that Vil's started stoking.]
You won't think less of me?
[His own question, coming out in such a small voice, is an admission all on its own.]
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You won't think less of me?
[His own question, coming out in such a small voice, is an admission all on its own.]