[ For the first time in anyone's view since he got here, Brandon lets a little frown form a fleeting divot in his brow, allows some indefinable stress into both the inhale before he speaks and the voice that leaves his throat.
It isn't so much that those things are true or not true, or whether or not his playacting is accepted or rejected or wasted on the people he directs it against; it's that this role is the one he wants to play for Ivor, here and now, and so it is who he is, here and now. ]
I'll do what I can.
[ The voice of someone juggling just one too many balls, knives, and flaming torches. He can't promise anything to anyone here, but least of all to Ivor, as much as he wants to. After a moment he looks back down into the messenger, seemingly chastened by the limitations of his objectives. ]
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It isn't so much that those things are true or not true, or whether or not his playacting is accepted or rejected or wasted on the people he directs it against; it's that this role is the one he wants to play for Ivor, here and now, and so it is who he is, here and now. ]
I'll do what I can.
[ The voice of someone juggling just one too many balls, knives, and flaming torches. He can't promise anything to anyone here, but least of all to Ivor, as much as he wants to. After a moment he looks back down into the messenger, seemingly chastened by the limitations of his objectives. ]
This may be the extent of it.