A harsh huff of air -- almost a laugh, but soundless.
"You don't got to say it, do you? It's bloody obvious. You want to work for the bastards keepin' us here. You want to put yourself in their good books. You want to be popular, aye, but not with the rest of us. You want in with the damned Malnosso."
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"You don't got to say it, do you? It's bloody obvious. You want to work for the bastards keepin' us here. You want to put yourself in their good books. You want to be popular, aye, but not with the rest of us. You want in with the damned Malnosso."