Still, even if you believe something, you must take care not to spread rumors that won't be believed by others. Even gossip-mongers can lose credibility.
[It's one of these moments where it's impossible to tell if Byerly is fucking with him or not. Or rather, it's obvious that he is, but it's impossible to tell from exactly what angle.]
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[This feels like a life lesson disguised as a joke, and he makes a mental note accordingly.]
Terrible taste in company.
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[ A nod to Benedict. ]
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No, no. You can't be rude to yourself. That takes the joy out of it for me.
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[ A grin - not of a hungry predator. But perhaps of a well-fed predator. ]
Do other people know how egotistical you are?
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And really should have been, by now.]
Well—
I mean— I think so, some of them?
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[He quirks his lips to one side.]
I don’t hide it, really.
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[And because Edgard is on his shit list at the moment,]
...and he’s nosy.
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[Byerly's meaning is, at present, eclipsed by petty disagreements.]
I wish he'd mind his own business.
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After a few moments:]
...depends?
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...um,
[hesitantly, as though there's a wrong answer,]
...compl..iments?
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