[There's a moment, when Paul says it's not poignant, that Palamedes almost wonders if he should bother to believe him. Surely Paul would not lie to him, not right now, in this conversation— surely not. It's a sickly, creeping feeling, like ink spilling across paper, and he acknowledges it and moves it pointedly aside.
He won't deny the fact that this whole... this has shaken his trust in a handful of people, but he doesn't have to mire in it. Paul says it's not poignant; fine. Paul says it's not his fault; fine.
He says,] Alright.
[He does not say, I shouldn't have had to warn you at all. Unproductive.]
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He won't deny the fact that this whole... this has shaken his trust in a handful of people, but he doesn't have to mire in it. Paul says it's not poignant; fine. Paul says it's not his fault; fine.
He says,] Alright.
[He does not say, I shouldn't have had to warn you at all. Unproductive.]
Now what will you do?