[Tossed out almost absentmindedly, as he steps aside to let Anders walk through. He was a man of the Night's Watch, once, though--he's not sure if that still applies now. Ser wasn't reserved for them, though, and certainly not for Jon Snow.]
What you can do. I'm no maester, I just--[need to see if anyone I know is hurt.]
[He falls into step beside Anders, looks up at him. Disrespect is something he's used to getting, both in and out of a position of leadership. Besides--at least Anders isn't Janos Slynt.
He doesn't correct Anders on his assumption, just shrugs his shoulders as if in assent, as if to say, you caught me.]
And you're not "good sorts", I take it? [said the bastard to the apostate, out of curiosity.]
[It's Anders' turn to shrug as though the question doesn't matter to him in the slightest.]
I've known better. Personally, I would rather be kicking back on a beach with a strong drink and a crowd of people to marvel at my talents rather than healing the ungrateful masses. I think that says enough, don't you.
[He wasn't even sorry for it, though part of him was beginning to wonder if maybe he should be. Even before arriving here, Justice had needled at Anders' selfishness and pointed it out in bold letters so the mage could hold onto it and wonder about it. He sort of resented his friend for it, things were simpler when he honestly didn't think about how selfish his desires were.]
Maybe the ungrateful masses here might be slightly less ungrateful. [A pause.] And I've known worse than someone who'd rather be on a beach than in a battlefield.
[And anyway, Anders is here, isn't he? As much as he claims not to be "good sorts", that it didn't take Jon very much to get him to come along also says a lot, at least to Jon himself. He's not even Lord Commander here, Anders could've easily told him to go away and he wouldn't have been able to do anything about it.]
[He couldn't get his hopes up that after years and years in a culture that cared to have him locked away, he was suddenly finding himself in a place that couldn't care less if his hands glowed or not. It seemed too 'storybook ending' for his slightly less optimistic views.]
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apurrstate) wrote2016-05-03 09:35 pm
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[Tossed out almost absentmindedly, as he steps aside to let Anders walk through. He was a man of the Night's Watch, once, though--he's not sure if that still applies now. Ser wasn't reserved for them, though, and certainly not for Jon Snow.]
What you can do. I'm no maester, I just--[need to see if anyone I know is hurt.]
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[Especially right now when he was feeling fairly petty. He walks past and continues on, assuming Jon will walk with him.]
Need to see what you can do to help, yes I get it. The good sorts of people do that sort of thing.
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[He falls into step beside Anders, looks up at him. Disrespect is something he's used to getting, both in and out of a position of leadership. Besides--at least Anders isn't Janos Slynt.
He doesn't correct Anders on his assumption, just shrugs his shoulders as if in assent, as if to say, you caught me.]
And you're not "good sorts", I take it? [said the bastard to the apostate, out of curiosity.]
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I've known better. Personally, I would rather be kicking back on a beach with a strong drink and a crowd of people to marvel at my talents rather than healing the ungrateful masses. I think that says enough, don't you.
[He wasn't even sorry for it, though part of him was beginning to wonder if maybe he should be. Even before arriving here, Justice had needled at Anders' selfishness and pointed it out in bold letters so the mage could hold onto it and wonder about it. He sort of resented his friend for it, things were simpler when he honestly didn't think about how selfish his desires were.]
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[And anyway, Anders is here, isn't he? As much as he claims not to be "good sorts", that it didn't take Jon very much to get him to come along also says a lot, at least to Jon himself. He's not even Lord Commander here, Anders could've easily told him to go away and he wouldn't have been able to do anything about it.]
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[He couldn't get his hopes up that after years and years in a culture that cared to have him locked away, he was suddenly finding himself in a place that couldn't care less if his hands glowed or not. It seemed too 'storybook ending' for his slightly less optimistic views.]