[Well, that would be exculpatory evidence, wouldn't it? And the good faith Myr has trained himself to extend would mean accepting the Naga's word on it and letting him in and having a well-mannered discussion--
The thought sends ice down his spine, sets his heart racing. He grips his staff tighter.]
We can speak over the watches. Or with a witness. Until you bring me proof you were under compulsion, I will not be alone with you.
[A sudden, vicious little smile tugs up one corner of his mouth as a thought occurs; he can be useful to someone in all of this.]
My Witch is a diviner. He'd be happy to clear you.
[Evading, bending the truth far enough that perhaps even a harpy might be led astray is something Jin Guangyao is willing to chance -- exactly where magic might take it is another matter. A diviner, he's less sure of, and Linden's speciality is duly noted.]
Isn't that going terribly far? Even if it hadn't been out of my hands, it wasn't such a big thing to have done, to help keep you safely out of affairs. And I truly did plan to help uncover the Circle's secrets. [You know. Eventually.] Even if everything spun out of control, there isn't any reason to mistrust my intentions now.
[It's tempting to directly bring the tickle of hypnotic magic to his lips, but even in the mostly empty street, it still seems a bit of a risk. Instead, he hopes the wording, that 'trust' might pull anything lingering back, to let him inside again.]
[This is convincing patter that he's heard before--different words, same tone, same rush to justify and twist Myr's native trust. Panic's begun to flutter in his pulse and put a sheen of cold sweat on the skin beneath his fur. notagainnotagainnotagain--
There isn't any reason to mistrust my intentions now, the Naga says, and Myr snarls,] Don't. Start.
Leave.
[This may be something he'll regret later, but at least his mind will be his own to regret it with.]
[There's silence for a moment; unseen, a flat stare. If they're already at this point, who else has he talked to about it? Linden, he can recall, was already suspicious. With the nature of Bonds being what they are, how much has even needed to be spoken, if Myr is so far out from under his spell now?]
If that's what you wish. But please, take the time to think before saying anything rash. It's only been a short time since those spells were broken, and you wouldn't want to say anything regrettable. If you have a chance to think about it and let me explain properly, you'll see I was telling the truth.
[He urges earnestly, though does curls back on himself a little, as if preparing to leave.]
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The thought sends ice down his spine, sets his heart racing. He grips his staff tighter.]
We can speak over the watches. Or with a witness. Until you bring me proof you were under compulsion, I will not be alone with you.
[A sudden, vicious little smile tugs up one corner of his mouth as a thought occurs; he can be useful to someone in all of this.]
My Witch is a diviner. He'd be happy to clear you.
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Isn't that going terribly far? Even if it hadn't been out of my hands, it wasn't such a big thing to have done, to help keep you safely out of affairs. And I truly did plan to help uncover the Circle's secrets. [You know. Eventually.] Even if everything spun out of control, there isn't any reason to mistrust my intentions now.
[It's tempting to directly bring the tickle of hypnotic magic to his lips, but even in the mostly empty street, it still seems a bit of a risk. Instead, he hopes the wording, that 'trust' might pull anything lingering back, to let him inside again.]
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There isn't any reason to mistrust my intentions now, the Naga says, and Myr snarls,] Don't. Start.
Leave.
[This may be something he'll regret later, but at least his mind will be his own to regret it with.]
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[He urges earnestly, though does curls back on himself a little, as if preparing to leave.]
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Which might explain why Myr's wearing a twitch of a smile again when he does just that.
He's made his ultimatum--let what comes of that come.]