I do not want anyone with wavering loyalties at my back. Things are going to get worse from here on out, and I want to know I can depend on those around me even when the suffering is greater. Now, those who dreamed themselves on the other side - do they have wavering loyalties based on that alone? I doubt it very much. But those who fled afterwards? There, the case is stronger. If they chose to leave now because they feared some nebulous unpleasantness, I do not think we can trust them when Corypheus' blood mages are at our doors.
[ A pause, and then, an abashed sort of amusement: ]
Sorry, I'm not really used to talking on the phone anymore. Or...crystals, I guess. I just wanted to tell you, I think I'm gonna go with Diplomacy. At least to start with.
Um...I can sing. And play the piano, and the guitar. I got through half of high school. [ Wait, they probably don't have that here. ] That's, like...ten years of school?
And I...used to live outside a lot. At home. So I can start fires, and help build shelters, and stuff like that.
Maker bless us, a musician! You're joining a fine musical contingent in the Diplomacy division, you know. Bastien - wonderful Bastien - is a peerless cellist, and Alexandrie is marvelous on the pianoforte. And I am a fiddler of some modest skill.
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No. [Said with all the amusement of pulled teeth, there’s actually no real argument to speak of: he’s pocketed one glowing review and one sticky set of armor from the smack and pull of small hands, and not one scraped knee to note amongst them....
...despite one very stubborn incident with a rock and a debate over whether or not they hurt when thrown at other children's bare feet.
But Byerly need not know that, is the thing. Not when he would rather grumble. And he would, mind you.] Though I find it difficult to believe you thought my presence necessary for such a task.
Tell me, was I but the scapegoat for your own unwillingness to tend to this matter?
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[He starts, stops— a thin puff of exhaled breath catching across the line. It is difficult here, knowing when he’s being mocked versus when he’s being petitioned in full...
But it is true, if memory serves. They were terribly thin shoulders.]
If there is to be a next time, I would ask for a more complete briefing in advance.
[If it were possible at all to hear the sound of scorched pride through audio communication alone, this is likely as close as it gets: ] Of course there were no complications.
Ask after my service, and you shall find no fault.
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