[There's more important things he should be focusing on, he knows: who are Figaro's accomplices, how do they help/"help" him, how did Figaro acquire his condition, why is he so sure that he's the only one? Questions upon questions upon questions. He does remember that those questions exist, and they're important, and knows that if he was doing his job as a Silvermane Captain he'd be asking every last one and not relenting until he gets an answer.
...but. And this will haunt him, but, but.
But Figaro had ample opportunity to have dealt with him in some final fashion, one way or another, and chose not to. Repeatedly. The food could have been drugged, but he ate the sandwich, drank the soda, devoured the meat and lost himself in the potatoes and relished the greens.]
Just so you understand, I'm not letting you off of the hook simply because you're feeding me, Figaro. I have to understand your situation if I'm to deal with it in a way that keeps Belobog safe. [He says this at last, in a low voice, just so Figaro knows he's quite serious about the fact he's still very quite suspicious and is duty-minded and devoted to Belobog. Because he is. If he has reason to believe Figaro is a threat to the people (a true, genuine threat out of choice, one who can't be accommodated or reasoned with), he won't hesitate, bitch.
...then, a little bit quieter, a softer confession:]
But I'm glad you don't have to face whatever it is that you do have all by yourself. [Because maybe a very lonely safehouse makes a guy wonder. Because maybe a very lonely safehouse makes a guy a little bit sad to think about. Maybe because Figaro's proving to have more time on his hands than a guard might expect. Because maybe a guy's wondering if he should get tickets to a play - not the big, fancy theater but a smaller one where it's less likely he'd be recognized as Captain Landau and more like 'hey he kind of sort of looks like that one captain guy,' see a comedy, are there any good comedies? Much to consider.
But that's besides the point, for now.]
Can I try that dessert? Or did I ruin the mood? I'm sorry if I did.
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...but. And this will haunt him, but, but.
But Figaro had ample opportunity to have dealt with him in some final fashion, one way or another, and chose not to. Repeatedly. The food could have been drugged, but he ate the sandwich, drank the soda, devoured the meat and lost himself in the potatoes and relished the greens.]
Just so you understand, I'm not letting you off of the hook simply because you're feeding me, Figaro. I have to understand your situation if I'm to deal with it in a way that keeps Belobog safe. [He says this at last, in a low voice, just so Figaro knows he's quite serious about the fact he's still very quite suspicious and is duty-minded and devoted to Belobog. Because he is. If he has reason to believe Figaro is a threat to the people (a true, genuine threat out of choice, one who can't be accommodated or reasoned with), he won't hesitate, bitch.
...then, a little bit quieter, a softer confession:]
But I'm glad you don't have to face whatever it is that you do have all by yourself. [Because maybe a very lonely safehouse makes a guy wonder. Because maybe a very lonely safehouse makes a guy a little bit sad to think about. Maybe because Figaro's proving to have more time on his hands than a guard might expect. Because maybe a guy's wondering if he should get tickets to a play - not the big, fancy theater but a smaller one where it's less likely he'd be recognized as Captain Landau and more like 'hey he kind of sort of looks like that one captain guy,' see a comedy, are there any good comedies? Much to consider.
But that's besides the point, for now.]
Can I try that dessert? Or did I ruin the mood? I'm sorry if I did.