[ He’s glad to hear it, an intake of breath to respond -- and then she starts talking. Richard looks from the hearth back to his bed before bracing to sink down stiff before the former to toast the rest of himself while he listens. ]
We’re tools, Miss Poppell. Some of us are more personable or have more inherent value than others.
[ Where do the Venatori fit into this? Less humanely, he supposes, and doesn’t particularly care. Her last question reminds him of an itch at his ear, and he sniffs against the gorilla impulse to reach after it. ]
You were well on your way to transcending that barrier before you lost your arm.
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Date: 2021-12-18 10:55 am (UTC)We’re tools, Miss Poppell. Some of us are more personable or have more inherent value than others.
[ Where do the Venatori fit into this? Less humanely, he supposes, and doesn’t particularly care. Her last question reminds him of an itch at his ear, and he sniffs against the gorilla impulse to reach after it. ]
You were well on your way to transcending that barrier before you lost your arm.