[This is going beyond being merely A Mistake into A MISTAKE. He should have spoken to them both separately. Or maybe not intervened at all and just played his role as the cotton-headed, soft-hearted deer who needed to be protected from his latest--
project piece.
There's a messy undamped flash of rage from his side of their Bonds that's quickly stifled into nothingness. Count that as a hit, maybe, along with the way he audibly sets his watch down and doesn't respond for several seconds.
Breathe. Focus on breathing. Don't let this whelm you, mage. Maker and Lady, what do I do.
Maybe answer the question, even if it takes ungritting his teeth to do so.]
A little of my time, should I meet him in passing. A polite conversation or two. A handful of cunes if he's in need. Not either of you, nor Everett. Not my life, not my Bonds, not my friends, nor even the lives of strangers--I will not stake those on his potential. He is not a project piece.
[He rubs at his face with the heel of a hand, stressed enough to do it over the blindfold in an old gesture he thought he'd trained himself out of.]
I don't want to be treated like I don't know what I've gotten myself into. [His voice is very quiet. (Liability.)] I didn't want you borrowing trouble from this creature over just his words. He could have killed me in the nightmare and didn't. He might still turn on any of us and I'm grateful-- I am blessed beyond measure to have you both looking out for that.
Just...don't start that any sooner than it must be. That's all.
no subject
project piece.
There's a messy undamped flash of rage from his side of their Bonds that's quickly stifled into nothingness. Count that as a hit, maybe, along with the way he audibly sets his watch down and doesn't respond for several seconds.
Breathe. Focus on breathing. Don't let this whelm you, mage. Maker and Lady, what do I do.
Maybe answer the question, even if it takes ungritting his teeth to do so.]
A little of my time, should I meet him in passing. A polite conversation or two. A handful of cunes if he's in need. Not either of you, nor Everett. Not my life, not my Bonds, not my friends, nor even the lives of strangers--I will not stake those on his potential. He is not a project piece.
[He rubs at his face with the heel of a hand, stressed enough to do it over the blindfold in an old gesture he thought he'd trained himself out of.]
I don't want to be treated like I don't know what I've gotten myself into. [His voice is very quiet. (Liability.)] I didn't want you borrowing trouble from this creature over just his words. He could have killed me in the nightmare and didn't. He might still turn on any of us and I'm grateful-- I am blessed beyond measure to have you both looking out for that.
Just...don't start that any sooner than it must be. That's all.