Think I'll probably give it some time to let the dust settle, then.
[she's looked at it one time, to see the days-old report of those missing and dead and deliver it to falco. she's not eager to look back in.]
With everyone else, I at least know that I want to apologize for the things I've said and done and threatened to do. I really don't like saying it, but I'm still on the fence with the esteemed host of that chat. Maybe I'm the one who needs some time.
[Just Paul, which could mean anything from 'he tried to apologize' to 'as well you should be' and everything around and in between, and honestly? Probably does. Palamedes is somewhere in the vicinity of a fence when it comes to Paul, himself; the amount of times he extended an inkling of understanding, of patience and trust that Paul could make the right decisions, only for...
Well, for. Perhaps he and Paul had different definitions of 'not getting other people involved' when they discussed it so many weeks ago.
For a lengthy moment it's as if he's just going to say Paul and nothing else, until the next bit finally comes:]
He made his choices the same as the rest of us. Accepting what the rest of us decide to do isn't a consequence only reserved for you.
[the very same, she thinks. the once and future king, she doesn't type. there are a lot of things she could say or do in the interim, but she gives palamedes time, as well—because it seems like the smart thing to do in general, especially when you can't get a read on someone.]
[there must be more that he's done. ha, as though commanding a boat full of people to bear witness to a murder while playing the prodigal son to a world-destroying terror isn't enough. but she does, naturally, assume that there's more to what's taking palamedes so long to respond. when he does, she types first idly, like she's pausing for a laugh, then a little more seriously.]
Let's hope he handles it with a little more grace. I'm glad I'm not the only one who doesn't know what to do with him yet.
I don't think grace is his most pressing concern, necessarily.
[But. He isn't a gossip, and it serves nothing except his own scrubbed-raw emotions to indulge in talking about Paul like this. There remains as well his tangle of emotions about Anna and her own actions, so.
Well.
So, much wearier than he might have otherwise snapped ten minutes ago, as much as text can convey exhaustion:]
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[she's looked at it one time, to see the days-old report of those missing and dead and deliver it to falco. she's not eager to look back in.]
With everyone else, I at least know that I want to apologize for the things I've said and done and threatened to do.
I really don't like saying it, but I'm still on the fence with the esteemed host of that chat.
Maybe I'm the one who needs some time.
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[Just Paul, which could mean anything from 'he tried to apologize' to 'as well you should be' and everything around and in between, and honestly? Probably does. Palamedes is somewhere in the vicinity of a fence when it comes to Paul, himself; the amount of times he extended an inkling of understanding, of patience and trust that Paul could make the right decisions, only for...
Well, for. Perhaps he and Paul had different definitions of 'not getting other people involved' when they discussed it so many weeks ago.
For a lengthy moment it's as if he's just going to say Paul and nothing else, until the next bit finally comes:]
He made his choices the same as the rest of us. Accepting what the rest of us decide to do isn't a consequence only reserved for you.
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[there must be more that he's done. ha, as though commanding a boat full of people to bear witness to a murder while playing the prodigal son to a world-destroying terror isn't enough. but she does, naturally, assume that there's more to what's taking palamedes so long to respond. when he does, she types first idly, like she's pausing for a laugh, then a little more seriously.]
Let's hope he handles it with a little more grace.
I'm glad I'm not the only one who doesn't know what to do with him yet.
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[But. He isn't a gossip, and it serves nothing except his own scrubbed-raw emotions to indulge in talking about Paul like this. There remains as well his tangle of emotions about Anna and her own actions, so.
Well.
So, much wearier than he might have otherwise snapped ten minutes ago, as much as text can convey exhaustion:]
Go get your house in order, Anna.
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I'll do my best.
Thanks for the advice, Palamedes. I appreciate it.