[It's enough to make one's stomach tie into knots. Certain that even if he tried to speak right now, nothing would come out, Benedict simply gives a tight nod, hoping it's not completely obvious how close he is to falling apart.]
[Whether it's obvious or not is irrelevant; their business is concluded. With a last razor sharp look and sway from the tails of that exceedingly dark coat, Flint cuts away - disappearing as suddenly as he'd arrived, leaving Benedict to do either as pleased or compelled.]
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