Erik's voice is suddenly much nearer the door than it was a moment ago, and far more enlivened.
"Charles?"
The man's presence is at once a relief and profoundly bewildering, by the sound of it. However, in the moments following, neither Charles's knee-jerk diplomacy nor Savitri's dutifully distrustful answer satisfy his impatience even vaguely. He will not tolerate having to listen to a debate this way—in fact, he can barely stand the idea. And so:
"It's been days," he interjects, and leaves it at that. He's only looking to cause a spark, and the grim implications in those three words should make a pretty good flint. (He feels entitled to a little pettiness, given the circumstances.)
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"Charles?"
The man's presence is at once a relief and profoundly bewildering, by the sound of it. However, in the moments following, neither Charles's knee-jerk diplomacy nor Savitri's dutifully distrustful answer satisfy his impatience even vaguely. He will not tolerate having to listen to a debate this way—in fact, he can barely stand the idea. And so:
"It's been days," he interjects, and leaves it at that. He's only looking to cause a spark, and the grim implications in those three words should make a pretty good flint. (He feels entitled to a little pettiness, given the circumstances.)