[ No surprise that Lyney takes all of it to be fake--this thing they've built, what's crashing down now the more they speak. In his shoes, Wriothesley might have made the very same accusation. But he can admit this, just this one thing, just this single, stupid, unthinkable thing: it hurts. In his chest sits something that hurts, a knot he can only steel himself against and utangle later. ]
What good would it have done to string you along? Think about it. [ He straightens his posture without meaning to, makes himself bigger in the face of this. ] If keeping you from Lynette and Freminet wasn't going to get me the audience I first asked for, a couple of card games are hardly going to suffice.
[ See reason, he begs, even as he flies against his own. ]
...Is she truly so cruel to you? The Knave. [ He says her name bitterly, crosses his arms over his chest. ] Her darling child is set to spend a minimum of six months in my care, and still the prospect of a meeting strikes fear into you. You can't, as you say. Does she not care how you're faring? Would it not make the most sense for her to hear it straight from my lips--how you're doing, how you're getting on in this world cut off from the House?
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What good would it have done to string you along? Think about it. [ He straightens his posture without meaning to, makes himself bigger in the face of this. ] If keeping you from Lynette and Freminet wasn't going to get me the audience I first asked for, a couple of card games are hardly going to suffice.
[ See reason, he begs, even as he flies against his own. ]
...Is she truly so cruel to you? The Knave. [ He says her name bitterly, crosses his arms over his chest. ] Her darling child is set to spend a minimum of six months in my care, and still the prospect of a meeting strikes fear into you. You can't, as you say. Does she not care how you're faring? Would it not make the most sense for her to hear it straight from my lips--how you're doing, how you're getting on in this world cut off from the House?