[They'll create a rather horrid feedback loop if they aren't careful, but fortunately Jonathan can be distracted from insisting self-deprecation by the polite obligation to listen. He nods, slowly as he does- the kettle slowly rolling to a boil in the background, Danny in the meantime coming over to sniff at this new fellow's legs as Edward sits.
He finds himself unsurprise that Privateering paid well, given what it entailed. Death was more than possible after all.
...It hits him rather like a brick, that such justification would also mean something Else.]
...They'd not offered a thing to replace the task afterward...did they? [he finds himself asking, still standing, if only because he needs to get to that kettle once it clicks. Jonathan's face is slack with a particular kind of grief.
The sort that speaks of having known something...but not actually understanding it, until that moment.
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He finds himself unsurprise that Privateering paid well, given what it entailed. Death was more than possible after all.
...It hits him rather like a brick, that such justification would also mean something Else.]
...They'd not offered a thing to replace the task afterward...did they? [he finds himself asking, still standing, if only because he needs to get to that kettle once it clicks. Jonathan's face is slack with a particular kind of grief.
The sort that speaks of having known something...but not actually understanding it, until that moment.
He did, after all, study quite a lot of history.]