[Val, in the center of the library, considers the room from all angles. He considers the hideous portrait, done in such an old-fashioned style that it would be laughed out of any home of taste. He goes over to the remains of the figurine, once he has spotted them, and stands over the shards.
Then he turns sharply to look at Wysteria, in the doorway.]
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Then he turns sharply to look at Wysteria, in the doorway.]
You want for me to ask. But I will not.