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The headmaster has ever been in Malleus’ camp. For better or worse, it is impossible to say. No one knows what goes on behind that mask. The rumours say that he was to Malleus’ grandmother as Sebek is to Malleus: fervent, devoted, besotted, but the rumours have been wrong before.
This is what Malleus knows for sure: Dire Crowley looks at Malleus as though Malleus is somewhere between a fascinating puzzle and the only hope he has. He kneels down more readily than any unbound fae should. It is difficult to kiss him beneath the mask, but his lips are soft. Mournful, perhaps. As though he is grieving something.
Malleus does not know if he can take that grief away or even ease it. Such matters are unfortunately personal and complicated besides. For better or worse, he does not bring it up. The headmaster has ever been in Malleus’ camp. Malleus has no wish to change this.