There was a moment of silence. “So,” Chronicler said. “Subjunctive mood.” “At best,” Kvothe said, “it is a pointless thing. It needlessly complicates the language. It offends me.” “Oh, come now,” Chronicler said, sounding slightly offended. “The subjunctive is the heart of the hypothetical. In the right hands …” He broke off as Bast stormed back into the room, scowling and carrying a small wooden box.
