[They're stopping. They're stopping, so he instantly doubles over to get his breath back; if nothing else, he does trust her to have enough of a plan that this is allowed, and it clicks into place once she starts monologuing away anyways.
What doesn't click for a second is why their pursuers, and a few others, decide to stop and watch instead. Augh........He really is bad at this sort of shit, how does he keep throwing himself in when he knows he's bad at it? And yet, he can't just let the poor girl carry all this weight alone...Just let him get upright again, get some blood to his brain, maybe get his imagination working for their expectant audience.]
Ah, hm...Wasn't expecting our practice to get interrupted so much, y'know. [Grumble grumble, but it's clearly put on now. He truly is the worst actor ever, sorry Gui.] I'm gonna forget my lines with this sort of pressure...
[Gotta prime the audience for lowered expectations of him, at least. But, uh, here goes!]
Then move, and-- uh. Reclaim?-- what you said was no longer yours p-- parents, freedom, belong...ing! Mm. The pirates are behind, and ahead a [and here, he gets caught up in himself, instead of faltering] wide horizon, potential and a future!
Or are you going to sit here instead? Bemoan what you lost, and not move one single bit?
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[They're stopping. They're stopping, so he instantly doubles over to get his breath back; if nothing else, he does trust her to have enough of a plan that this is allowed, and it clicks into place once she starts monologuing away anyways.
What doesn't click for a second is why their pursuers, and a few others, decide to stop and watch instead. Augh........He really is bad at this sort of shit, how does he keep throwing himself in when he knows he's bad at it? And yet, he can't just let the poor girl carry all this weight alone...Just let him get upright again, get some blood to his brain, maybe get his imagination working for their expectant audience.]
Ah, hm...Wasn't expecting our practice to get interrupted so much, y'know. [Grumble grumble, but it's clearly put on now. He truly is the worst actor ever, sorry Gui.] I'm gonna forget my lines with this sort of pressure...
[Gotta prime the audience for lowered expectations of him, at least. But, uh, here goes!]
Then move, and-- uh. Reclaim?-- what you said was no longer yours
p-- parents, freedom, belong...ing! Mm.
The pirates are behind, and ahead
a [and here, he gets caught up in himself, instead of faltering] wide horizon, potential and a future!
Or are you going to sit here instead?
Bemoan what you lost, and not move one single bit?
[uncle greg's officially cringefail.]