[Simon will all too gladly do him the favor of avoiding eye contact, and even better, of being on the far end of the room. This will not be a conversation that can be held quietly. (Not that any conversation Simon ever has can be held quietly; even when he makes a concerted effort not to, he has a voice like a foghorn.)
He has given this question thought, mentally rehearsed it, and still somehow finds the words lacking now. It has never occurred to him, and never will, that Kostos could possibly have any fear of him. How could he, when he has such constant and ready backup, and when his outrage at Melys' shirt theft is the only visible reaction Simon has ever seen from him in their entire acquaintance? Simon could not have borne the idea of having this conversation in front of Nell.]
Why did you pick me to have written up, back in Ansburg? Why me, and not some other templar?
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He has given this question thought, mentally rehearsed it, and still somehow finds the words lacking now. It has never occurred to him, and never will, that Kostos could possibly have any fear of him. How could he, when he has such constant and ready backup, and when his outrage at Melys' shirt theft is the only visible reaction Simon has ever seen from him in their entire acquaintance? Simon could not have borne the idea of having this conversation in front of Nell.]
Why did you pick me to have written up, back in Ansburg? Why me, and not some other templar?