"I didn't give you that choice. You said you would prefer I didn't come in. So I didn't until you opened the door and practically let me fall in." He turns his hand to Astarion. "Maybe you were doing something private. Maybe you didn't want anyone to look at you. Maybe you wanted to flip me off through the door. Maybe you just wanted to make me wait for it to prove I actually give a shit. I don't know. 'I don't want to talk to you right now, but I'm not dying' is a perfectly reasonable response and I know you know all of those words."
There's one other thing and he's not sure how to address it. Well... while they're at it.
"I won't set any kind of... anything around you lying to me. I'm not going to tell you you can't or that it's a qualification. The ability to lie, withhold information... whatever version? It's something you should have. I'm not going to fuck with that."
He breathes out.
"What I will say is that lying makes it harder for me to understand what's going on, which means there's going to be more questions, or I'll make mistakes in trying to do right by you. You don't understand me any better than I understand you, so you might get unexpected results. You will make this take longer, and I'm not- I'm trying not to be a dick. But the other options aren't options, as far as I'm concerned, so I have to go with what you say. So. Just...
"Think about it before you lie. Think about if it's really going to help you or if you're just going to make things messier down the road as we try to get this done. That's all I'm going to say about it."
"Oh, I'll sort it out eventually," which is to say he might not, but fuck
it. Living in a ruined depression hole feels appropriate right now, and the
torn curtains are more exciting for Aylin to play with. "The kitchens are
supplied with blood. It's fine."
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"I didn't give you that choice. You said you would prefer I didn't come in. So I didn't until you opened the door and practically let me fall in." He turns his hand to Astarion. "Maybe you were doing something private. Maybe you didn't want anyone to look at you. Maybe you wanted to flip me off through the door. Maybe you just wanted to make me wait for it to prove I actually give a shit. I don't know. 'I don't want to talk to you right now, but I'm not dying' is a perfectly reasonable response and I know you know all of those words."
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"Gods. Fine, I shall endeavour to be more precise in my language when I'm in good health and merely want you to fuck off."
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There's one other thing and he's not sure how to address it. Well... while they're at it.
"I won't set any kind of... anything around you lying to me. I'm not going to tell you you can't or that it's a qualification. The ability to lie, withhold information... whatever version? It's something you should have. I'm not going to fuck with that."
He breathes out.
"What I will say is that lying makes it harder for me to understand what's going on, which means there's going to be more questions, or I'll make mistakes in trying to do right by you. You don't understand me any better than I understand you, so you might get unexpected results. You will make this take longer, and I'm not- I'm trying not to be a dick. But the other options aren't options, as far as I'm concerned, so I have to go with what you say. So. Just...
"Think about it before you lie. Think about if it's really going to help you or if you're just going to make things messier down the road as we try to get this done. That's all I'm going to say about it."
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Thinking? Before lying? Ha. He might as well ask him to think before breathing.
...which isn't totally inadequate as a comparison, since he doesn't need to breathe, either.
"All right, warden. Understood."
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"Do you need me to make sure you have more blood on hand since your source is gone? Or anything else?"
And then a short pause before he looks around.
"...do you want to clean this up yourself or should I do it?"
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"Oh, I'll sort it out eventually," which is to say he might not, but fuck it. Living in a ruined depression hole feels appropriate right now, and the torn curtains are more exciting for Aylin to play with. "The kitchens are supplied with blood. It's fine."
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...John is going to really get to hate the word 'fine'.
"All right. Want me to fuck off?"
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"Yes, please."
He seems to have relaxed very slightly.
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[ He'll offer one more nod before heading for the door. ]