"If that should be what you choose to think of me..."
There's a shrug with the words, and he cannot deny it hurts, to know that she thinks so little of him. To imagine that she might believe bias alone - even that granted by his tempering - would make him incapable of caring. But he knows too that words alone will not be enough to prove otherwise. That her belief in who he is - who he has always been - will need to be something he earns. Something born of action, and not mere words.
(Still, it will give him something to do, he supposes. Something to work on, though it might take time.)
"But we are tempered, not so altered as be unrecognizable. Halmarut's speeches - while well-meaning - still tend to run overlong. And I would rather suffer the unending droning of insects than spend another moment of eternity forced to endure Fandaniel's utterly inane prattle."
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Date: 2020-12-08 09:05 pm (UTC)There's a shrug with the words, and he cannot deny it hurts, to know that she thinks so little of him. To imagine that she might believe bias alone - even that granted by his tempering - would make him incapable of caring. But he knows too that words alone will not be enough to prove otherwise. That her belief in who he is - who he has always been - will need to be something he earns. Something born of action, and not mere words.
(Still, it will give him something to do, he supposes. Something to work on, though it might take time.)
"But we are tempered, not so altered as be unrecognizable. Halmarut's speeches - while well-meaning - still tend to run overlong. And I would rather suffer the unending droning of insects than spend another moment of eternity forced to endure Fandaniel's utterly inane prattle."
He means that too, by the annoyance in his voice.