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Considering Cousland for...somewhere. Maybe.
If you believe me to be so antagonistic towards everyone then why do you insist on pulling me out of that empty little head of yours to put me somewhere? What would be the point?
Put me back, fool.
Put me back, fool.
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[And he has seen them give up on others simply because they wouldn't cooperate. He's been away for a year for that reason, he's sure.]
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She would be mistaken. I need no such thing.
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What is the worst that could happen? Oh no, you might make a friend! The world just might end then, wouldn't it?
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I have no need for anymore friends.
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[ nobles. ]
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[Whoever "they" may be.]
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I wish I were that talented.
[ the sarcasm can't be helped by now ]
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There is little reason with mundanes.
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[Just to clear that up.]
And I will keep on. There is little else to do up here.
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You will miss the 'little else to do' when your mun finally does place you somewhere and starts throwing you about like a doll.
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She will tire of this and put me back where I belong, eventually.
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[said with such sarcasm woops.]
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[Noblemen code for "go away you bore me".
Besides she still gives him guilty feelings he'd rather ignore with the whole, letting her father get stabbed by Alistair thing. I mean no get out.]no subject
I do, in fact. And surprisingly I do not need to be reminded.
[she's a ~queen~ she'll leave on her own accord tyvm.]
I would ask the same of you, but seeing as you have been busy mulling about in your mundane's "empty" head, I venture to say a bit of fresh air may in fact do you some good.