[ kind is not a word nodd usually applies to himself. ]
I don't doubt it.
[ now tapping fingers on his knees. ]
I wish--I'm sorry. I don't have much solace for you. I can't offer you protection, I don't know what's coming next. This place seems determined to make us as impotent as fucking possible.
Who knows! Some people get off on shit like that. The whole puppetmaster thing. But I've been talking with some of the senior crew and I get the sense they aren't holding the strings, either.
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I don't doubt it.
[ now tapping fingers on his knees. ]
I wish--I'm sorry. I don't have much solace for you. I can't offer you protection, I don't know what's coming next. This place seems determined to make us as impotent as fucking possible.
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[ he frowns, puzzled ]
But I cannot grasp to what end. The premise of bringing us here for labour made sense. But not this... torture.
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[ ... ]
The writing was my fault.
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he pauses whatever he was going to say and looks at nodd with an eyebrow raised ]
Feeling guilty?
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You could say that.
[ looking anywhere but directly at dion. ]
I didn't frog you. And I had nothing to do with anything else.
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And that is why you were leering at me so.
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[ okay now he has to look at him. ]
I have never leered--
[ DAY ONE. IN THE BATHROOM. ]
... They were a little related.
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In any case, it does not bother me. Most of the instances were accidents.
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[ a week two premonition???? no jk ]
--just hit me or throw a potion on me. Take back calling me kind. Something.
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... Sir Nodd. Given all that has happened this week, your accident troubles me little.
There is no need to carry such guilt.
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I'll... take you at your word. Well.
[ this time, a pat to dion's knee. ]
You're a good guy.
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Rather, I think you ought to expect better. It is no grave sin that you committed. No one should torment you over it.
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[ eying the arm stump...? prosthetic? did he pick yet? ]
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[ it is still a stump! it's hidden inside the sleeve of his shirt though. ]
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