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[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.]

1/3

[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.

[banworthy]

I'm rejoicing.

You should see how I'm leaping for joy.

[odinpusrex]

You believe I cannot. How foolish.

[banworthy]

Should I offer apologies now, my king?

[odinpusrex]

If you so wish. It matters not to me.

[A beat.]

Aurora might be able to remedy your ailment.

[banworthy]

No, it's fine.

It's building character.

[odinpusrex]

[Disgusting...]

Very well, do as you wish.

[He will never understand why anyone chooses to suffer for some absurd fiction that it will achieve anything other than destroy them ultimately. Build character? Please.

But that isn't his problem... At least not here. At least not now.]

[banworthy]

Thank you for understanding.

I know I can never be as amazing and wonderful as you are, Sire, nor would I ever attempt to be as you are... but you are someone I can strive to be and someone I can lavish all my praise upon from time to time.

[odinpusrex]

[Barnabas scowls, though the expression can't be seen. However, it can be heard.]

Enough.

[Yeah, he's not really a fan of the fake ass sycophancy. Sleipnir can do that, but from ordinary, non-horse men? He's not particularly interested.]

[banworthy]

All right, all right.

My apologies...

[odinpusrex]

[Barnabas lets silence hang in the air for a moment or two after that, not acknowledging the apology at all. It's almost like he's hung up, but then he speaks right as the moment of uncomfortable silence peaks.]

Is this everything you wished to address with this correspondence?