[...And of course, the old guy's name is right dalpounding in front of him. Great. At least Ademnet knows it now.]
Looks like it.
[Does this mean only one of them can leave, even after all of that? What happens to the one who stays behind? He's got no good reason to pick some imperious noble turdlord over himself, but the thought of having to make that decision--and right in front of the guy, at that--makes his stomach churn with anxiety. Whether the feeling is guilt or some lingering sense of societal expectation, he isn't sure. Either way, it's not a feeling he can ignore.
He'll probably find a way out no matter what I do. Last thing I need is a guy like him pissed off at me once he does.
Ademnet lets out a slow breath and picks up Barnabas's name.]
Ain't much of a choice, though. I'll find another way out.
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Looks like it.
[Does this mean only one of them can leave, even after all of that? What happens to the one who stays behind? He's got no good reason to pick some imperious noble turdlord over himself, but the thought of having to make that decision--and right in front of the guy, at that--makes his stomach churn with anxiety. Whether the feeling is guilt or some lingering sense of societal expectation, he isn't sure. Either way, it's not a feeling he can ignore.
He'll probably find a way out no matter what I do. Last thing I need is a guy like him pissed off at me once he does.
Ademnet lets out a slow breath and picks up Barnabas's name.]
Ain't much of a choice, though. I'll find another way out.