[ Vayne lets out a breath, at first, like he has been holding it. He lets himself sink down in the chair, folding his hands on top of his knee and interlacing his fingers. Everything is practiced; everything is its own act with some truth in it. ]
I heard rumblings of that being the case. [ His chin dips in a small nod before he brings his head down to give a slight bow. He closes his eyes as a means to convey a quiet apology for looking into Dohalim, even if that is something that the other lords would -- and should -- do. ]
Politics is not something that I want to dabble in, either, but it is something that has been thrust upon me. "House Solidor must remain strong." A mantra that has been spoken many times over to me. [ But a mantra that has deep meaning to it. ]
I feel the two of us share a lot in common in our desires not to win. [ Another pause settles in. ] In my contest to become lord, I was pitted against my brothers. Both of them were felled by my hand. [ He turns his own hand over, looking at the palm, before interlacing his fingers once again. ]
The tragedy we've endured to be chosen... we will not be the last to suffer it. Our family, our children... they will one day be forced to do the same. [ Vayne goes quiet and waits; he waits to hear what the man has to say before he will press in for "the kill," as it were. ]
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I heard rumblings of that being the case. [ His chin dips in a small nod before he brings his head down to give a slight bow. He closes his eyes as a means to convey a quiet apology for looking into Dohalim, even if that is something that the other lords would -- and should -- do. ]
Politics is not something that I want to dabble in, either, but it is something that has been thrust upon me. "House Solidor must remain strong." A mantra that has been spoken many times over to me. [ But a mantra that has deep meaning to it. ]
I feel the two of us share a lot in common in our desires not to win. [ Another pause settles in. ] In my contest to become lord, I was pitted against my brothers. Both of them were felled by my hand. [ He turns his own hand over, looking at the palm, before interlacing his fingers once again. ]
The tragedy we've endured to be chosen... we will not be the last to suffer it. Our family, our children... they will one day be forced to do the same. [ Vayne goes quiet and waits; he waits to hear what the man has to say before he will press in for "the kill," as it were. ]