[She thins her mouth. He annoys her on an uncomfortably personal level and in another world - another life - she would have had him either shot or so deeply humiliated that he'd never dare to show his face in her presence again. But that isn't possible here.]
[Don't say anything, Lance. What has he just been telling Ephemera, and Kate, and others? Just walk away.
But he's also so good at giving advice on the subject because it's one he struggles with himself, and it's taking every ounce of willpower he has not to say something snappish in return. He's gotten the answers to both questions he'd had at the same time, and there's no point in continuing to talk to her; she isn't worth the time to effort, or the worsening headache.
So he refrains from what he really wants to say, although he also can't allow himself to just be dismissed like that without saying something. So, after a moment, he responds coldly--]
You know what the right thing to do is, and there's still time to do it. I suggest making an attempt.
Do you remember what you asked me once, a few weeks after I arrived, about whether or not I intended to challenge you regarding your position in the guard?
[Not as much of a reaction as he wanted, but that's probably for the best. He shrugs, stepping back and turning to leave now that he feels like it's more on his terms.]
Just leaving. I think I've said everything I need to.
[Lance has a retort for that, but decides finally to walk away now that he's regained some control of the conversation. So he just shrugs at Maketh in return before turning to leave.
And he wishes he could truly just leave it there, but now he's going to have to have some other conversations that he is not at all looking forward to.]
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[She thins her mouth. He annoys her on an uncomfortably personal level and in another world - another life - she would have had him either shot or so deeply humiliated that he'd never dare to show his face in her presence again. But that isn't possible here.]
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But he's also so good at giving advice on the subject because it's one he struggles with himself, and it's taking every ounce of willpower he has not to say something snappish in return. He's gotten the answers to both questions he'd had at the same time, and there's no point in continuing to talk to her; she isn't worth the time to effort, or the worsening headache.
So he refrains from what he really wants to say, although he also can't allow himself to just be dismissed like that without saying something. So, after a moment, he responds coldly--]
You know what the right thing to do is, and there's still time to do it. I suggest making an attempt.
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[Maketh's voice is icy calm. She doesn't look up.]
And then I remember: I don't. How refreshing. Good day, Doctor Sweets.
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Do you remember what you asked me once, a few weeks after I arrived, about whether or not I intended to challenge you regarding your position in the guard?
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Oh. Are you still here?
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Just leaving. I think I've said everything I need to.
[It's just the slightest bit flippant.]
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[If he wants to challenge her, then he'd best be prepared for her worst.]
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And he wishes he could truly just leave it there, but now he's going to have to have some other conversations that he is not at all looking forward to.]