[ he stiffens at first, but when he feels gerome return the hug at least, owain allows himself to relax again. he's definitely warmed up at least since their time outside. ]
Good. Let that be your incentive to live. [ he hates all of this too much to stay like this for very long. as soon as he's certain he won't yell at owain again out of anger, he pulls back enough to look him in the eyes. ]
[ he's still holding on, but not because he needs it ] Like I said, it was completely out of my control. I have plans, ideas, on what I can do in every situation in battle. How can I parry a blade, how to dodge an Elthunder, how to confound an enemy...
... Or if a number decided your fate instead. The miscount may have altered the verdict, but until that moment you had a one in six chance at death. [ he can't read meta so he doesn't know owain doesn't need to be held. he would let go otherwise.
also, he subtly tightens his grip and pulls owain closer. ]
Absurd when you consider all we've lived through. The frenzied town may pose a greater danger than the mafia. [ good. and he will just not think about any of this very hard because they were both afraid and that's all he needs to know. ]
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A burden... something I never want to be.
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You forced me to speak. Now it's your turn.
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But here? If one or two more had voted for me?
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also, he subtly tightens his grip and pulls owain closer. ]
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Yeah, I will.
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Will you actually get some sleep tonight?
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