[What a hideously cynical and reductive view of mankind, one that somehow doesn't surprise Myr at all. (For which bit of cynicism he ought himself to repent; he hardly knows this man, hasn't even got a name for him. Just a perception of desperate worry for Linden to match Myr's own.
If asked, he'd join Mello in prayer without hesitation.)
He breathes out a noise like a laugh.] I'd be interested to meet the mage who'd let you purchase her death from her, if that's what it took.
Mm. [Myr has no compunction about showing his too-soft heart to others--but he does have one about touching those he's fond of where someone might see and recognize any degree of fondness inappropriate to a Circle mage. That's why he drifts closer to the bed (direction and number of steps from that wall both long-since memorized) and reaches down to hover his hand just shy of Linden's hand. Wanting contact--trained against it--not even sure he deserves it any longer, if he's the one who's condemned Linden to that existence.] He could--but I doubt he will,
[By which he wishes he meant only surety Linden would wake and not that he'd rather be dead and they all of them ought to honor that wish.]
Not for very much longer. And you've come to that conclusion already, have you? Because the Maker Himself hasn't intervened to set things right?
[Never mind how very far Myr is from home; his own doubts are all the easier to bury in the face of outside opposition.
For all that he keeps his tone--mostly--level, keeps it kind. Return patience for provocation, compassion for cruelty...]
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If asked, he'd join Mello in prayer without hesitation.)
He breathes out a noise like a laugh.] I'd be interested to meet the mage who'd let you purchase her death from her, if that's what it took.
Mm. [Myr has no compunction about showing his too-soft heart to others--but he does have one about touching those he's fond of where someone might see and recognize any degree of fondness inappropriate to a Circle mage. That's why he drifts closer to the bed (direction and number of steps from that wall both long-since memorized) and reaches down to hover his hand just shy of Linden's hand. Wanting contact--trained against it--not even sure he deserves it any longer, if he's the one who's condemned Linden to that existence.] He could--but I doubt he will,
[By which he wishes he meant only surety Linden would wake and not that he'd rather be dead and they all of them ought to honor that wish.]
Not for very much longer. And you've come to that conclusion already, have you? Because the Maker Himself hasn't intervened to set things right?
[Never mind how very far Myr is from home; his own doubts are all the easier to bury in the face of outside opposition.
For all that he keeps his tone--mostly--level, keeps it kind. Return patience for provocation, compassion for cruelty...]