[There's a moment where Koby feels that faraway, churning, fraught aura that's as sharp-edged as any blade, that's careless and brash and abrasive, that probably could stand to soften itself a bit. But then: he wouldn't be Hao if he were soft. If nothing else, Koby's good at accepting people like they are now, rather than how they could be.
So he doesn't choose violence, he doesn't worm his way into Hao's aura and pick out all the things he could be offended about. He picks this battle instead:]
Well, you've never said it. Maybe you should say it and I'll stop getting confused.
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So he doesn't choose violence, he doesn't worm his way into Hao's aura and pick out all the things he could be offended about. He picks this battle instead:]
Well, you've never said it. Maybe you should say it and I'll stop getting confused.