[Why is he insisting on this? Why is this a point he's trying to make? He should just let it slide.]
You can't eat, so you'd constantly have to come up with excuses for why you're not eating around other people. If too many people are found passed out from blood loss, people will start to notice - I did, we all did. Not a lot of people would bother to ask before assuming the worst of you. Not only that, but once they reach a conclusion it's difficult to convince them otherwise. If the rest of the guard had seen you, then they wouldn't stop at anything to arrest you, or...
[He trails off into silence.
It's at this point that Gepard realizes that at some point he'd shifted in his chair, reached for Figaro, grabbed a hold of whatever Figaroish thing he could - an arm, a shoulder - because he was apparently in a mood, and that mood was a worked up one. And his voice hadn't gotten...too loud, but louder, with some feeling. At some point.
He's not sure when this happened.
He just only has one choice, which is to settle down again.
...Gepard settles down again.]
I'm sorry. I'm sure you know about all of this better than I ever could. The last thing you need is someone from the outside, someone like me, telling you something that you already know.
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Date: 2024-05-11 02:17 am (UTC)[Why is he insisting on this? Why is this a point he's trying to make? He should just let it slide.]
You can't eat, so you'd constantly have to come up with excuses for why you're not eating around other people. If too many people are found passed out from blood loss, people will start to notice - I did, we all did. Not a lot of people would bother to ask before assuming the worst of you. Not only that, but once they reach a conclusion it's difficult to convince them otherwise. If the rest of the guard had seen you, then they wouldn't stop at anything to arrest you, or...
[He trails off into silence.
It's at this point that Gepard realizes that at some point he'd shifted in his chair, reached for Figaro, grabbed a hold of whatever Figaroish thing he could - an arm, a shoulder - because he was apparently in a mood, and that mood was a worked up one. And his voice hadn't gotten...too loud, but louder, with some feeling. At some point.
He's not sure when this happened.
He just only has one choice, which is to settle down again.
...Gepard settles down again.]
I'm sorry. I'm sure you know about all of this better than I ever could. The last thing you need is someone from the outside, someone like me, telling you something that you already know.