Please. I would never allow a man to perform so delicate a routine upon me.
[that's the only objection here. she is going to demand that one of the faceless men make them some tea, though.]
How strange a thing to find fortune in. [There's no judgement or denial in her tone, though; it's just an observation.] It is fortunate that our criminal is to be brought to the closest justice this place will allow.
[She takes and sips her tea, almost casually—inasmuch as anything she does is casual.]
All there is left to decide is by whose hands it will be.
[ ... L'arachel, please. Still, he releases a soft sigh. ]
If you asked me, personally, I wouldn't find too much fortune in it. I have a hard time doing so, when our situation is cruel enough.
[ He asks the faceless men for some crackers. He doesn't actually care for crackers, he's just feeling slightly irritated at their predicament and is sort of taking a leaf out of L'arachel's book. ]
...I suppose in the end, we will see who is chosen. However, I hope that it is neither of us, since that fellow had stepped forward.
[ His voice is softer here, as if he may be blown away by the wind itself with how gentle he's spoken. At first, his next words are mumbled, but then his words are spoken a bit more clearly the second time. ]
... Still, I would prefer it to be myself, instead of you, if that stranger hadn't volunteered.
[ There is nothing chivalrous about his statement, or protective. It just is.
She was and would always be a friend; ergo, he didn't want her to face what was coming. It was selfish, he supposed, but Knoll rarely expressed his selfishness for his friends. ]
[Struggling to hear him, she leans in, and there's the slightest sort of surprise in her face when the words come—a tilt of her head, her mouth pursing into a little o. It hardly lasts a moment; she stands up straight. Even so, some of the confusion lingers; she doesn't quite understand the reason for this particular sort of concern for her.]
I am a soldier just as well as you are, Knoll. It is an act I know myself capable of.
I know this...it's even probable that you would have more strength in carrying out such a deed than I would.
[ Knoll doesn't even defend his statement against what he perceives to sound irrational; he just sighs a little. He's voiced that he wouldn't want Percival to be an executioner as well, though he also understood he was someone who would likely vastly handle it better than he ever could. ]
[She stirs her tea with the little spoon she's demanded from the faceless servants, not looking away from Knoll as she does.]
What have I told you, Knoll? It is my duty as your commander to keep you safe. I said today that I would not volunteer you on your behalf. Do not feel any obligation towards stepping up to perform so gruesome a task, and certainly not for my sake.
[ Knoll just made an embarrassed mumble and rose his cup of tea to his lips to avoid answering in a way that would be just as equally as embarrassing. Honestly, Knoll wasn't ever the picture of social grace, really. ]
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[off to the lounge they go! the new usual routine, apparently]
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[ He's not serious, please don't take him seriously!!
Anyway, he'll settle himself down in a seat, at least...familiar with this a bit. ]
...even though more people were killed than last week, I suppose we should be grateful we caught someone finally, isn't that right?
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[that's the only objection here. she is going to demand that one of the faceless men make them some tea, though.]
How strange a thing to find fortune in. [There's no judgement or denial in her tone, though; it's just an observation.] It is fortunate that our criminal is to be brought to the closest justice this place will allow.
[She takes and sips her tea, almost casually—inasmuch as anything she does is casual.]
All there is left to decide is by whose hands it will be.
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If you asked me, personally, I wouldn't find too much fortune in it. I have a hard time doing so, when our situation is cruel enough.
[ He asks the faceless men for some crackers. He doesn't actually care for crackers, he's just feeling slightly irritated at their predicament and is sort of taking a leaf out of L'arachel's book. ]
...I suppose in the end, we will see who is chosen. However, I hope that it is neither of us, since that fellow had stepped forward.
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You've nothing to be concerned with, I am certain. Your quiet demeanor must have gone unnoticed against two more outspoken volunteers.
[There's no judgement in her tone, though (or at least, no more than is usual for just The Way She Is); it's simply an observation.]
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[ His voice is softer here, as if he may be blown away by the wind itself with how gentle he's spoken. At first, his next words are mumbled, but then his words are spoken a bit more clearly the second time. ]
... Still, I would prefer it to be myself, instead of you, if that stranger hadn't volunteered.
[ There is nothing chivalrous about his statement, or protective. It just is.
She was and would always be a friend; ergo, he didn't want her to face what was coming. It was selfish, he supposed, but Knoll rarely expressed his selfishness for his friends. ]
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I am a soldier just as well as you are, Knoll. It is an act I know myself capable of.
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[ Knoll doesn't even defend his statement against what he perceives to sound irrational; he just sighs a little. He's voiced that he wouldn't want Percival to be an executioner as well, though he also understood he was someone who would likely vastly handle it better than he ever could. ]
Pay it no more mind.
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What have I told you, Knoll? It is my duty as your commander to keep you safe. I said today that I would not volunteer you on your behalf. Do not feel any obligation towards stepping up to perform so gruesome a task, and certainly not for my sake.
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[ Knoll just made an embarrassed mumble and rose his cup of tea to his lips to avoid answering in a way that would be just as equally as embarrassing. Honestly, Knoll wasn't ever the picture of social grace, really. ]
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...Are you feeling well, Knoll?
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[ Knoll and the return of the social ineptitude: electric boogoloo. ]
I was just thinking of a way to, er-- express my appreciation. But, I didn't think words would suffice...
[ More like he was overwhelmed, didn't know what to say, and wanted to possibly make an exit, but he finally find a way to say something at least. ]
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