"Right, sort of. It's like a good game of poker. Never show your hand, make
them believe they're winning until you play it."
He tilts his head, looking at her curiously. "Do you know poker?" he asks.
Crowley personally doesn't feel any strong desire to manipulate others on
this train, all of his closest relationships tend to be children, which
wasn't on purpose, just how the cards were dealt. And somehow. he felt a
desire to help these children, teaching them how to cope with their
situation. Maybe that made him weak, but he wouldn't admit it.
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"Right, sort of. It's like a good game of poker. Never show your hand, make them believe they're winning until you play it."
He tilts his head, looking at her curiously. "Do you know poker?" he asks.
Crowley personally doesn't feel any strong desire to manipulate others on this train, all of his closest relationships tend to be children, which wasn't on purpose, just how the cards were dealt. And somehow. he felt a desire to help these children, teaching them how to cope with their situation. Maybe that made him weak, but he wouldn't admit it.