Yes, you are taking an inordinate amount of time away from my very busy schedule of- [ With a lit to his tone that registers as intentionally factious, J jerks a thumb behind himself as yet another member of the opposing side launches into a futile tirade. ] Standing around, doom-watching this absolute circus without any popcorn to dull the pain.
[ So many here are in the midst of making a desperate bid to supply desperate pleas or debate in a last ditch effort to shift the tides determined to come in. But to J, all the noise and fervor feels a million miles away; the whole of him as detached from their scurrying as any who have stepped upon a mount of ants only to observe their frenzied response. If asked whether those watching ache with pangs of sympathy for what those creatures endured under the wrath of a single boot upon their backs, even the most well-adjusted person would deny it. J feels similarly very little as his eyes study those within this space. If their fear and ire strike so little within a demon, J wonders if any of it even registers as more than the buzzing of flies in the Regent's ear. ]
Barnaby. [ The hand curling around a shoulder gives it a soft squeeze, while J's mouth quirks up into a smile despite how strangely apologetic his gaze appears. ]
Nothing with you has ever been a waste. [ Those few hushed words may hold another meaning, once things begin to unfold in the near future. For now, they sound little more than sentimental; cherishing a moment that's long passed its zenith and now begins to sink into the ever dwindling hours before its dusk. ]
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[ So many here are in the midst of making a desperate bid to supply desperate pleas or debate in a last ditch effort to shift the tides determined to come in. But to J, all the noise and fervor feels a million miles away; the whole of him as detached from their scurrying as any who have stepped upon a mount of ants only to observe their frenzied response. If asked whether those watching ache with pangs of sympathy for what those creatures endured under the wrath of a single boot upon their backs, even the most well-adjusted person would deny it. J feels similarly very little as his eyes study those within this space. If their fear and ire strike so little within a demon, J wonders if any of it even registers as more than the buzzing of flies in the Regent's ear. ]
Barnaby. [ The hand curling around a shoulder gives it a soft squeeze, while J's mouth quirks up into a smile despite how strangely apologetic his gaze appears. ]
Nothing with you has ever been a waste. [ Those few hushed words may hold another meaning, once things begin to unfold in the near future. For now, they sound little more than sentimental; cherishing a moment that's long passed its zenith and now begins to sink into the ever dwindling hours before its dusk. ]