[It's a little funny to think that for all the time they've shared one another's company, they've never really scratched the surface of each other, never spoken frankly, one man to another. Isaac had studied him at every opportunity, jealousy and lust and curiosity eating him alive, but there was only so much he could learn from fighting with and against him, from memorizing movements, mannerisms. Competition had kept them fierce, and surely if the Dark Lord had caught wind of something deep and meaningful taking root, either he or the castle would've found some way of twisting it, turning it against them.
He listens, expressionless. It's hard to know what's worse: to be let in someplace but scorned by the company one kept, or to be shut out forever. Either way, no good ever comes of a child who grows up feeling hated, isolated, and the something approaching sympathy softens the rougher edges of his voice when he finally answers.]
I shall think on it. [Though the answer is closer to a yes than it isn't, it seems unwise to decide on a impulse, much less when tired, and when sleep has a way of putting things into perspective.] I take it that you will regardless? Bound for 'warmer climes'?
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He listens, expressionless. It's hard to know what's worse: to be let in someplace but scorned by the company one kept, or to be shut out forever. Either way, no good ever comes of a child who grows up feeling hated, isolated, and the something approaching sympathy softens the rougher edges of his voice when he finally answers.]
I shall think on it. [Though the answer is closer to a yes than it isn't, it seems unwise to decide on a impulse, much less when tired, and when sleep has a way of putting things into perspective.] I take it that you will regardless? Bound for 'warmer climes'?