[Ah, says the look on his face. That blunt-side-of-a-knife good humor is annoyingly persistent even while being mauled.]
Did you come to the Inquisition planning to leverage its intelligence, or is it an ambition you've acquired since?
[A sounding shot in the dark. But if he's close, a flinch could be telling. And if he isn't - well. Saying a thing aloud sometimes clarifies it as a possibility.]
[Raw anger is difficult to reign in once exposed. So there's a flash in his eyes, instead of a flinch. Shut up goes hand in hand with not here. And despite his consuming rage, and his penchant for saying whatever he feels, wielding bluntness like a weapon: Nikos isn't stupid. That's how he's lived this long. He would lecture anyone, parroting speeches he's listened to Caspar writing, right up until he grew too impatient to keep talking.
This would be more than a lecture. This would be opening a packet of coded letters, and giving away part of the key.]
I came to the Inquisition to influence what comes after the world is saved. Or if you prefer fatalism, what comes after it is destroyed. My ambition is more noble than climbing the ranks and leading projects, [a fuck you to Kostos, who isn't even there] and mouthing along with empty promises and beliefs. And I came to drink. The wine in Antiva is drying up.
[Sullen, he folds his arms over his chest, without even the slightest sway to give him away.]
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Did you come to the Inquisition planning to leverage its intelligence, or is it an ambition you've acquired since?
[A sounding shot in the dark. But if he's close, a flinch could be telling. And if he isn't - well. Saying a thing aloud sometimes clarifies it as a possibility.]
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This would be more than a lecture. This would be opening a packet of coded letters, and giving away part of the key.]
I came to the Inquisition to influence what comes after the world is saved. Or if you prefer fatalism, what comes after it is destroyed. My ambition is more noble than climbing the ranks and leading projects, [a fuck you to Kostos, who isn't even there] and mouthing along with empty promises and beliefs. And I came to drink. The wine in Antiva is drying up.
[Sullen, he folds his arms over his chest, without even the slightest sway to give him away.]
What of your ambition?