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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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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