"No, miss," he said more quietly, as if he was confessing something filthy and rotten. "I long for home. I miss my kind. We all look the same, you know. All the Phouka. And I miss the intrigues, and the warmth of the throne room..."
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"No, miss," he said more quietly, as if he was confessing something filthy and rotten. "I long for home. I miss my kind. We all look the same, you know. All the Phouka. And I miss the intrigues, and the warmth of the throne room..."