[ He WAS indeed mad at Anders but he's so tired. He's really just tired now, bereft of his rage, the engine is dead. All he can do now is wait for the end, right. ]
[ still, he feels he's lost something here. that the anger would almost be preferable, that this has a finality to it that makes his stomach twist. and there is still so much to do before the end. ]
[ He knows it's insane, unreasonable, and unfair to think that for some reason he had any right to break Siffrin's neck in front of god and everybody at the trial, rob them of a righteous name to vote. Doesn't matter what he's thinking in the throes of rage and grief, emotions are another beast that don't adhere to logic. Only impulse, and whatever feels right in that moment.
So yeah, he was mad. And yeah, unreasonable and unfair or not, he feels it lingering. But it ebbs into exhaustion with the apology, the sympathy, returning in kind. ]
[ he does a half shrug at that. the just name to vote for even fades into the background. he was never upset with yves or saber or uruha. it was that if marcoh had killed siffrin right there, it would have ended up being marcoh in that arena with someone else innocent, hurting each other for no purpose. that is the nightmare scenario he wanted to try and stop.
but he won't begrudge someone insane or unreasonable opinions, he has them himself all the time. ]
Get some sleep, Marcoh. It's going to be a long day tomorrow.
... My mentor once taught me an adage about healing. The two great cure-alls. If you are angry with everyone, eat something. If you believe everyone is angry with you, go to sleep.
It cures more than you'd think.
[ but. he'll turn to leave him be now, waving a hand over a shoulder. ]
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Fine. Consider no grudges held.
[ He WAS indeed mad at Anders but he's so tired. He's really just tired now, bereft of his rage, the engine is dead. All he can do now is wait for the end, right. ]
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I didn't come here for that.
[ ... ]
I am sorry, if I stole something from you.
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[ He knows it's insane, unreasonable, and unfair to think that for some reason he had any right to break Siffrin's neck in front of god and everybody at the trial, rob them of a righteous name to vote. Doesn't matter what he's thinking in the throes of rage and grief, emotions are another beast that don't adhere to logic. Only impulse, and whatever feels right in that moment.
So yeah, he was mad. And yeah, unreasonable and unfair or not, he feels it lingering. But it ebbs into exhaustion with the apology, the sympathy, returning in kind. ]
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but he won't begrudge someone insane or unreasonable opinions, he has them himself all the time. ]
Get some sleep, Marcoh. It's going to be a long day tomorrow.
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[ If a nap fixed everything it'd be real nice. ]
I will try.
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It cures more than you'd think.
[ but. he'll turn to leave him be now, waving a hand over a shoulder. ]