"You have reached Solus zos Galvus. I fear I am unavailable at the moment, but should your query be of an urgent nature, pray leave a message. I shall endeavor to return it anon."
Really. Far be it for me to discount the power of language, but I cannot well imagine the strength of such an ordinary word. Particularly when the strength of words rely far too greatly upon the context within they are spoken, but very well.
I had assumed as much. He certainly enjoys blathering to you about our personal business I see. Oh, how I wait with bated breath to discover what else he has decided to share with you that is, quite frankly, none of your business.
Temper, temper! Are you upset that I am not fond of you knowing details so close to my bosom? I am certain you would much feel the same were there someone close to you informing me of personal details from your past.
Perhaps not, but it's not like I can control Hythlo or what he says any more than you can. Probably less. So complaining at me isn't really going to fix that.
Which is why I was blaming him and not you. Complaining to him is certainly no more fruitful, but mayhap you would have the sense to turn a deaf ear to his ramblings. Yet, I know better than to expect decency of that sort.
Are you truly so obtuse? Of course you are to listen, but that does not mean you must act as if you have with any but he. Have you no subtly?
For example, if I had sensitive information that pertained to your private life or not, you would nary be able to tell the difference. In contrast, it would seem you are bursting at the seams to gloat of the information that has been told to you in, what I assume to be, confidence.
You are not proving yourself very trustworthy with such habits, and it will certainly catch up to you.
There's no reply, mostly because Steven's too busy burying his face in his hands.
God. Why did he even try to be polite? Why did he reply to Hades in the first place? He should have listened to Tyler and pretended the asshole didn't exist.]
Your silence is telling. Mayhap my words have inspired reflection?
Regardless, I will say that your unexpected gesture, small though it is, was appreciated all the same. If you continue to surprise me, there may yet be a means to salvage that which you have damaged. Keep up the good work. Perhaps Hythlodaeus will make something respectable out of you yet.
[And a few minutes later, as an act of good faith? Or something...Steven will receive a picture of Nour and two other Yamask, one decidedly shiny and a touch smaller than the others, enjoying the poffins. He doesn't expect a response, but he figures that Steven might appreciate the evidence that his gesture paid off in some regard.]
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A friend from home or, dare I take a wild stab in the dark and assume whom you speak of is a mutual friend between yourself and I?
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It was Hythlodaeus that mentioned he died before your wedding, yes.
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I had assumed as much. He certainly enjoys blathering to you about our personal business I see. Oh, how I wait with bated breath to discover what else he has decided to share with you that is, quite frankly, none of your business.
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Truly, I am not being unreasonable here.
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For example, if I had sensitive information that pertained to your private life or not, you would nary be able to tell the difference. In contrast, it would seem you are bursting at the seams to gloat of the information that has been told to you in, what I assume to be, confidence.
You are not proving yourself very trustworthy with such habits, and it will certainly catch up to you.
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There's no reply, mostly because Steven's too busy burying his face in his hands.
God. Why did he even try to be polite? Why did he reply to Hades in the first place? He should have listened to Tyler and pretended the asshole didn't exist.]
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Regardless, I will say that your unexpected gesture, small though it is, was appreciated all the same. If you continue to surprise me, there may yet be a means to salvage that which you have damaged. Keep up the good work. Perhaps Hythlodaeus will make something respectable out of you yet.
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Right.
Well, I suppose I'll see you in Blackthorn.
Give Nour my regards.
Goodbye, Emet-Selch
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Take care of yourself, Steven.
[And a few minutes later, as an act of good faith? Or something...Steven will receive a picture of Nour and two other Yamask, one decidedly shiny and a touch smaller than the others, enjoying the poffins. He doesn't expect a response, but he figures that Steven might appreciate the evidence that his gesture paid off in some regard.]
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That, however, will be the last message he'll get from Steven.]