[Her sigh is sudden and heavy. Here, im the midst of a long day after a grueling night, faced with a selection of loose ends leading, by all appearances, to nowhere at all, she is just so very—
stops herself. Somewhere, Wysteria closes her eyes and sets her jaw and for a long moment stands with her hands high on her hips.]
No.
No, if that is the case then you have all you need to choose some alternative all on your own. I am quite finished with being the only person responsible more making decisions between us. You may do as you please, Mister Rutyer. You are not half so—not clever as you pretend to be, so if it matters at all to you then you will come up with something.
Miss Poppell, you give me far too much credit. [ And for once, that sounds genuine - wry, yes, but not ironic. ] I am an idiot in most ways, and clever in just a very small number of specific avenues. I truly have no idea what you desire. [ A shrug - ] I cannot appreciate your intellect, if that's what you want, because it far outstrips mine. I know you do not want an advocate or defender, given your reaction to my prior clumsy attempt to fill that role. I know you don't want to go out drinking and gambling with me. And beyond those things, I don't know what service I can render to you.
I don't care. [Is snapped back, drawn short and tight.] I have said my part of the thing and will make no attempt to direct you further. I don't trust that what I say won't be mistsken for some other thing, and have no desire at all to be responsible for your behavior.
And now if you don't mind, I have quite a bit of work before me. Will that be all for today, Mister Rutyer?
I suppose that will be all indefinitely, Miss Poppell.
[ He sounds a bit distant. Reserved. ]
As I have no ability to read your mind, and as that is not an ability I shall develop, I do not anticipate ever being able to give you anything you desire.
[And that's the story of what prompts Wysteria to throw her sending crystal and cry for a bit in a Gallows work room after. It's FINE. These things JuSt HaPpEn.]
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[Her sigh is sudden and heavy. Here, im the midst of a long day after a grueling night, faced with a selection of loose ends leading, by all appearances, to nowhere at all, she is just so very—
Tired.
And sounds it.]
How am I even meant to know at this stage?
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You seem to know well enough the sort of things that have offended you. Think on the inverse of those things.
[ Well. ]
Taking into account, preferably, that there are aspects of me that will never change.
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stops herself. Somewhere, Wysteria closes her eyes and sets her jaw and for a long moment stands with her hands high on her hips.]
No.
No, if that is the case then you have all you need to choose some alternative all on your own. I am quite finished with being the only person responsible more making decisions between us. You may do as you please, Mister Rutyer. You are not half so—not clever as you pretend to be, so if it matters at all to you then you will come up with something.
And if nothing occurs to you, then so be it.
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Miss Poppell, you give me far too much credit. [ And for once, that sounds genuine - wry, yes, but not ironic. ] I am an idiot in most ways, and clever in just a very small number of specific avenues. I truly have no idea what you desire. [ A shrug - ] I cannot appreciate your intellect, if that's what you want, because it far outstrips mine. I know you do not want an advocate or defender, given your reaction to my prior clumsy attempt to fill that role. I know you don't want to go out drinking and gambling with me. And beyond those things, I don't know what service I can render to you.
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And now if you don't mind, I have quite a bit of work before me. Will that be all for today, Mister Rutyer?
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[ He sounds a bit distant. Reserved. ]
As I have no ability to read your mind, and as that is not an ability I shall develop, I do not anticipate ever being able to give you anything you desire.
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[ and that is the story of how byerly fell into a deep depression and then died. bye ]
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