[There's a small note of pride elicited from the fact that she hasn't quite told him off yet, in so many words, one he'll find entirely grating later under the assumption that it's simply the softening quality of pity, nothing more.]
Are we? Money might change hands; that doesn't have to mean anyone is getting what they pay for.
[He pauses and glances around nervously; everything is clouded here. The pain is loud, his own upset near-blinding. Is it really any wonder that the Council hadn't trusted a boy with scars like this? How does anyone swallow this and move on? How can he ask anyone to go along with any part of it?
...And how can he do that again?]
It's too dangerous here. Too many people. Too many Whips. [And we don't know when the ship is getting here. If the ship is getting here.] Get one alone and a lot of things can look like an accident.
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Are we? Money might change hands; that doesn't have to mean anyone is getting what they pay for.
[He pauses and glances around nervously; everything is clouded here. The pain is loud, his own upset near-blinding. Is it really any wonder that the Council hadn't trusted a boy with scars like this? How does anyone swallow this and move on? How can he ask anyone to go along with any part of it?
...And how can he do that again?]
It's too dangerous here. Too many people. Too many Whips. [And we don't know when the ship is getting here.
If the ship is getting here.] Get one alone and a lot of things can look like an accident.