[ And that bit of rudeness is the last that Byerly can tolerate without snapping. So: ]
No.
[ His voice is mild. ]
This is the problem, dear fellow. I said earlier that it makes me a little ill to throw my authority around, and so it does.
But I'll swallow my bile to say this: I am the head of Diplomacy. I am a very busy man. Speaker Fabria asked me to give you another chance, and so I have done so. But you are acting now, no less than before, as though it is my job to coddle and instruct you.
Come back to me with a proposal. Lay it before me with the respect the office deserves. Or come back when you have accrued enough power and respect that I must pay heed to you, regardless of your attitude. As you are, at the moment, a mouthy nobody, I believe that I do not need to tolerate your abuse any longer.
Are there any facts that I'm missing that would radically alter this picture?
[ The worst thing is that this works on him. That it is so easy to be made to feel small, sometimes, even when you've convinced yourself that that person's opinion isn't worth shit. He holds his tongue at moments when he might have fired something off, because snapping at a little crystal with a little voice coming out of it feels maddening, and he so does not want to show his hand besides--
And then he takes that question seriously, inasmuch as he is currently capable. ]
Not really, [ and he does a good job of making his voice come out even. ] Only that when I walked into your office, it wasn't your approval that I was looking for, so much as a man I might respect and follow.
[ Well, someone has to get the last word. Rather than grapple for it, there's the sound of Loxley breathing in like he's about to try, before the crystal simply goes silent as it's switched off. ]
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charmoffensive) wrote2019-10-19 02:48 pm
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No okay-- ]
I'll consider it, if you were outline how you feel I ought to have behaved.
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No.
[ His voice is mild. ]
This is the problem, dear fellow. I said earlier that it makes me a little ill to throw my authority around, and so it does.
But I'll swallow my bile to say this: I am the head of Diplomacy. I am a very busy man. Speaker Fabria asked me to give you another chance, and so I have done so. But you are acting now, no less than before, as though it is my job to coddle and instruct you.
Come back to me with a proposal. Lay it before me with the respect the office deserves. Or come back when you have accrued enough power and respect that I must pay heed to you, regardless of your attitude. As you are, at the moment, a mouthy nobody, I believe that I do not need to tolerate your abuse any longer.
Are there any facts that I'm missing that would radically alter this picture?
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And then he takes that question seriously, inasmuch as he is currently capable. ]
Not really, [ and he does a good job of making his voice come out even. ] Only that when I walked into your office, it wasn't your approval that I was looking for, so much as a man I might respect and follow.
The mistake was mine.
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It was, yes. My concern isn't winning love; it's winning the war. If you're looking for inspiration, turn your eyes to Andraste.
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