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[banworthy]

Well, good. I'd have worried more.

[ Hmmm. ]

But that doesn't mean you aren't, right?

I'm more than happy to listen to your grievances.

[odinpusrex]

None of them are relevant here.

[Well, there's Cidolfus, but he would rather die than talk about him.]

You do not seem the type to indulge another of his burdens.

[So why are you attempting now?]

[banworthy]

Which makes it even better, doesn't it?

It means you can complain without any repercussions.

[ Damn, he right. But Barnabas did him one small good so he has to repay it. :) ]

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[banworthy]

Anyway, don't worry about that -- we're neighbors.

We should at least hear the other's troubles once and awhile.

[odinpusrex]

[There's silence for a long few moments from Barnabas, before an audible breath is heard. Soon followed by his stoic and measured reply:]

The troubles I face are those that might find correction here, should this prove not the fiction it may yet be.

[Saving the world, yadda yadda.]

[banworthy]

Might I ask you to elaborate, my king?

[odinpusrex]

... My world soon faces its inevitable end. Should Aurora's words prove true, then she will either pose as a possible solution or merely a hurdle ere I might resume my role.

[banworthy]

[ Hm. ]

Fascinating. That's quite a lot to put on your shoulders already even if you are royalty.

[odinpusrex]

It is simply fate. We all have our burdens, and those who are not equal to their task deserve to be crushed under a purpose too grand for them.

[Barnabas' voice is measured and otherwise matter-of-fact. There isn't pride in it, but rather an aloofness that might accompany a statement of the obvious.]

[banworthy]

I suppose that's nothing that you need to worry about, then.

[odinpusrex]

I am not wont to buckle.

[The Lord has made it so, he doesn't say. Such details are not for a man like him to know.]

[banworthy]

'Course not.

But some affirmations from a lowly person like me are good for the soul.

[odinpusrex]

I need not your shallow comforts. Though, perhaps you find solace in delivering them.

[banworthy]

I find some enjoyment in it, if that's what you mean.

But really, everyone needs a pick-me-up once in a while.

[odinpusrex]

Ill disciplined men, perhaps.

[Barnabas can act all tough, but even he requires an indulgence of sort here and there. Though "here" does not have what he truly yearns for...]

[banworthy]

Consider it just a nice, neighborly gesture, then.

[odinpusrex]

... Very well.

[There's a pause, then he continues:]

Have you found your lodgings serving you well? Illness and snake aside.

[banworthy]

It is perfect here. I truly and honestly love it.

[odinpusrex]

[Ugh.]

I see. Then you may remain should you proceed as you have.

[You know, not all up in Barnabas' business and feeding the behemoth.]

[banworthy]

Well, obviously, I was going to remain.

The atmosphere is -- well -- the only place I feel I can breathe comfortably.

[ A beat. ]

Asthma and all that.

[odinpusrex]

...Asthma? Your illness, I presume?

[He's from the year 800, give him a break with your modern medical names.]

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[banworthy]

[banworthy]

[banworthy]

Yes, so you can't order me to leave, Your Majesty.

[ :) ]

[odinpusrex]

The wise shepherd culls the sickly lamb from the flock, lest the illness spread and fester.

[Waloed has no place for those who are ill and cannot work. But, this is not Waloed.]

Rejoice in that my flock is not here, nor are you among it.