Dunno that they're used to thinking on it. Reckon that's half the problem.
[ rifters and vints. things might've gone different there, if he didn't know artemaeus for a mage. but he does know, and so he knows better, and he still isn't sure benedict does. and sure, he might've misread tav — his skull was still half-cracked. he might be missing ness now.
but he's pretty sure he's right. ]
Can say I don't want to. Just worry about setting them up for wrong if someone does. Don't want no one looking back and thinking, right, that was fucked.
[ There's a faint smile with his nod. He'd have liked Cedric around—though not when he was a young man himself, maybe, slouching at his post and playing dice with the mages when no one was around to scold him. Would have been better for him then, though. ]
You could always ask one of the angrier mages to have a word with them.
[ Wry, but not entirely a joke. Bad idea might be more convincing from Marcus than from Cedric. ]
[ thinks how that would go: dear commander, been a minute since you melted anyone i knew into slag. you keep looking past me like a fly in your ear, only some of the others been looking too long, and was hoping you’d tell them all the worst shit happened here to make it easier. you know. when we're friends working together,
(maybe this is the problem. that cedric is a little too friendly with them.)
he pushes out a breath. nut up, champ. ]
Reckon I gotta try first. Send 'em to Voss or something if it don't sink in. Thanks.
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[ rifters and vints. things might've gone different there, if he didn't know artemaeus for a mage. but he does know, and so he knows better, and he still isn't sure benedict does. and sure, he might've misread tav — his skull was still half-cracked. he might be missing ness now.
but he's pretty sure he's right. ]
Can say I don't want to. Just worry about setting them up for wrong if someone does. Don't want no one looking back and thinking, right, that was fucked.
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[ There's a faint smile with his nod. He'd have liked Cedric around—though not when he was a young man himself, maybe, slouching at his post and playing dice with the mages when no one was around to scold him. Would have been better for him then, though. ]
You could always ask one of the angrier mages to have a word with them.
[ Wry, but not entirely a joke. Bad idea might be more convincing from Marcus than from Cedric. ]
But who knows what other words they'd throw in.
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[ thinks how that would go: dear commander, been a minute since you melted anyone i knew into slag. you keep looking past me like a fly in your ear, only some of the others been looking too long, and was hoping you’d tell them all the worst shit happened here to make it easier. you know. when we're friends working together,
(maybe this is the problem. that cedric is a little too friendly with them.)
he pushes out a breath. nut up, champ. ]
Reckon I gotta try first. Send 'em to Voss or something if it don't sink in. Thanks.