[ But you do have suspicions, he wants to point out, resisting the urge to do so. There is no one else here to have answer the questions and Emet-Selch can be both insistent and persuasive when needed; neither is needed right now. They are not planning and plotting, Emet-Selch is not trying to entice the other party in to a specific end. They are having a conversation over dinner, as partners.
Once, he was as adept at this as anything else. Once, he could have two conversations at the same time, one with whoever was in the kitchen, and then a separate one over the dinner table, pouring over paperwork. He thinks he would be ill-suited to that, now, rusty as he is at the whole endeavor. ]
Nothing prevents us from incentivizing further accidents.
[ That is all he will contribute about the subject; whether or not they kill the ruler does not functionally matter. Someone else will rise up, and none of it will have any impact unless they manage to find Meteion. The petty concerns of rulership are beneath both of them, but the servants are not, for Viktor, and Emet-Selch cannot blame Viktor for being himself any more than he can blame the sun for shining. ]
I see. [ He mulls all of the new information while picking at his stew, unable to stop turning about in his head the way that Viktor had gone to the same place Aepeymetes used to go, with the stark difference of returning to himself much faster. And if they were to rejoin - there's no way to know that brevity would continue. Much as he wishes for them to have ever edge, every advantage available to them, Emet-Selch does not wish to see Viktor's hard work sacrificed to achieve it, not if they can manage another way. Mostly. ]
And what will you do with this weave? With her flowers?
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Once, he was as adept at this as anything else. Once, he could have two conversations at the same time, one with whoever was in the kitchen, and then a separate one over the dinner table, pouring over paperwork. He thinks he would be ill-suited to that, now, rusty as he is at the whole endeavor. ]
Nothing prevents us from incentivizing further accidents.
[ That is all he will contribute about the subject; whether or not they kill the ruler does not functionally matter. Someone else will rise up, and none of it will have any impact unless they manage to find Meteion. The petty concerns of rulership are beneath both of them, but the servants are not, for Viktor, and Emet-Selch cannot blame Viktor for being himself any more than he can blame the sun for shining. ]
I see. [ He mulls all of the new information while picking at his stew, unable to stop turning about in his head the way that Viktor had gone to the same place Aepeymetes used to go, with the stark difference of returning to himself much faster. And if they were to rejoin - there's no way to know that brevity would continue. Much as he wishes for them to have ever edge, every advantage available to them, Emet-Selch does not wish to see Viktor's hard work sacrificed to achieve it, not if they can manage another way. Mostly. ]
And what will you do with this weave? With her flowers?