"Breaking you out wasn't exactly out of the goodness of my heart," Ekkehardt says dryly, waving a hand, "but you've made your point. I suppose it must have been annoying to go through your life having nobody be honest with you."
He decides it's not at all a good time to ask not even your wife? Perhaps it will never be a good time. He's not touching it, either way.
He can't help but laugh a little. He knows Ekkehardt didn't do it out of kindness. His attitude when he had first dragged him out of there had been a testament to that. But even afterwards he had let him stay. He'd been harsh and standoffish, yes, but he had treated him as if he were just another man--still treats him that way.
And, Avery finds, he's someone that he doesn't feel the need to smile around. It's a new feeling, unbearably fragile, but nice.
"You sure you don't want to go through with your master's old plan?" he asks, half-joking.
"I'm not much of a lordly type," muses Ekkehardt. "I suppose I could muster the strength to murder a kingdom's nobility, but then what would I do with all that new space? I'd have to think about it."
It's very hard to tell if he's joking or not. He sounds the same as ever.
"True," Avery concedes with a wave of the hand. "It'd be nice, but having to clean it all up is another story entirely." He should probably be more disapproving of how easy it is to slip into the mindset of killing them all, of achieving his own personal freedom and revenge all in one fell swoop, but it's so hard to care about that kind of thing anymore.
"At the very least, it could be fun to hang them from the side of a tower by their pantaloons."
"That might end up killing them anyway. Out of embarrassment." A pause, and then he laughs a little and waves a hand himself. "Not that I'm disagreeing."
He wonders how lonely his life must have been, to think that living with an enemy is so much easier to connect with than his previous lofty status. For the first time, he doesn't quash those thoughts immediately.
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He decides it's not at all a good time to ask not even your wife? Perhaps it will never be a good time. He's not touching it, either way.
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And, Avery finds, he's someone that he doesn't feel the need to smile around. It's a new feeling, unbearably fragile, but nice.
"You sure you don't want to go through with your master's old plan?" he asks, half-joking.
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It's very hard to tell if he's joking or not. He sounds the same as ever.
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"At the very least, it could be fun to hang them from the side of a tower by their pantaloons."
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He wonders how lonely his life must have been, to think that living with an enemy is so much easier to connect with than his previous lofty status. For the first time, he doesn't quash those thoughts immediately.