[ naomi had said once: you just can't help yourself, can you? saving everyone. you just can't stop yourself.
maybe the reason for his hesitation is much simpler. maybe it's just an admittance to himself, among so many small ones, that thedas is his life now. it'd be so much easier if acceptance only came once.
he breathes out.
and presently says, with some dryness, ]
I wasn't thinking about an announcement. No crystals, no — I don't know, flyers. Just talking to them, one on one, like this.
[A fair assessment. One which brooks no argument. In fact, it would likely be the safer route regardless, given that it offers no mouthpiece for uninvolved parties who might make for more trouble when granted a moment to speak their opinion.]
[Unless that person is you, Holden, the odds are low...
Still, his expression seems (despite being no less dour) lighter at its edges. Composed in a way that suggests he’s found some measure of satisfaction in the span of their conversation.]
Are you at ease with this agreement? Will it suit you?
[If not, though Gabranth is hesitant to offer, there remains one last alternative.]
For were you to recount in absolute detail what you have witnessed, I would be capable of relaying it in your stead.
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maybe the reason for his hesitation is much simpler. maybe it's just an admittance to himself, among so many small ones, that thedas is his life now. it'd be so much easier if acceptance only came once.
he breathes out.
and presently says, with some dryness, ]
I wasn't thinking about an announcement. No crystals, no — I don't know, flyers. Just talking to them, one on one, like this.
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[He shifts back where he sits, the chair creaking under strain.]
But it would make also for a more taxing undertaking.
[Gabranth does not need to ask if that is acceptable to Jim; he leaves the statement hanging between them, waiting for the inevitable.]
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It'd be taxing no matter what. And, considering the number of arguments an announcement would cause, it's probably about the same either way.
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And when more shard-bearers inevitably arrive?
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[ his tone suggests that he knows the answer to that. still, he pauses, takes another sip of his coffee. ]
I'll cross that bridge when we come to it. But if I'm needed, I'll talk to them.
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[Unless that person is you, Holden, the odds are low...
Still, his expression seems (despite being no less dour) lighter at its edges. Composed in a way that suggests he’s found some measure of satisfaction in the span of their conversation.]
Are you at ease with this agreement? Will it suit you?
[If not, though Gabranth is hesitant to offer, there remains one last alternative.]
For were you to recount in absolute detail what you have witnessed, I would be capable of relaying it in your stead.
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It'll suit me. I'll be alright. But thank you.