[ 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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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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