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[sadgay]

But not the apology.

[He hears that omission loud and clear, in the way that one can't help but notice a gaping hole in the earth. But she is not someone whose ire he wants to bear for the rest of his tenure here, so he tries again.]

Look, is there anything I can do to make it up to you?

[kisha]

[She's not so kind as that.]

I would advise you improve your skills for the battlefield.

[sadgay]

[He actually hangs his head in defeat and let's loose a rush of air past his lips.]

You realize I'm a lawyer right.

[Studying to become one, anyway.]

Slinging arrows? Yeah, we don't do that.

[kisha]

I have been in this place moons now and have yet to know what you mean by "lawyer".

They must not be needed here.

Slinging arrows, on the other hand.

[sadgay]

[Somehow it stings all the worse to hear the terrible things you think about yourself come out of someone else's mouth. He doesn't even argue with her assessment. Ever since he first arrived at the castle, he has wondered if the confident Connor Walsh of an era gone by simply belongs to another world.]

I didn't ask to be a part of this.

[kisha]

None of us did.

No one but a fool would.

[As if she wished to be here. As if she took any pleasure in this, any honor?

(As if she hadn't tried, and failed again, to end it all.)]

[sadgay]

So at least you can agree that I'm not a complete idiot.

[kisha]

Only a "little bitch" who enjoys putting words in the mouths of others.

[sadgay]

Touché.

So, what, you're just going to stay pissed at me forever?

[kisha]

That depends entirely on you, Connor the Lawyer.

[sadgay]

On my willingness to arm myself and run into battle all Don Quixote even though I have no idea what I'm doing and will get myself killed, you mean.

[kisha]

On your willingness to train yourself so that you do not retch in honorable battle.

[sadgay]

My gag reflex is already pretty well trained so I don't know what else you want from me.

[He is being obtuse on purpose, of course. (Also, nobody needed to know that...)]

[kisha]

[what does that even mean???

... no.]

For you not to be presumptuous enough to tell me about how you use your throat.

[sadgay]

I'm surprised you actually got that. And I thought you were so uptight.

[kisha]

You think a fair deal.

But whatever lord you served in that capacity isn't here to provide for you now.

1/2

[sadgay]

[...Wait, what does she think his job is exactly?]

[sadgay]

Hey now, sometimes I'm the one getting served.

And I'm a grown-ass man, I can provide for myself just fine.

[kisha]

I suppose there are those looking for such things here.

But it is not I who can advise you on such a sordid subject. You will need look far elsewhere.

[sadgay]

[...He debates whether it's better for her to assume he's some kind of manwhore or to judge him completely useless. What a weird conversation.]

Don't worry, I don't need a wing woman to help me get down to business.

You just do you, and I'll do me.

[kisha]

[Which is the better option? Who knows.]

So you shall.

[She'll see how long he lasts.]