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 Belatedly, he realises that he's been rude, and straightens. "...Sir."
+The sudden alertness in the Councillor's expression is a little - more than a little, perhaps - unnerving, but he doesn't seem to be angry per se, so that's something.
+"You'll never get far trying to rewrite the rules of the game from where you're standing," he begins, in a curious tone that might best be described as //quietly impassioned//. "Not when you're hardly playing. No-one in this city is going to listen to you unless you prove yourself worth listening to, and the same goes doubly for your parents. My advice? Go home. Stop fighting this. Prove your worth (through charitable works within the city, or what have you) - and take some responsibility for the family business, whatever that happens to be." Is there a hint of derision in that last bit, or is Tamburlaine imagining things? "Give it a year or so, and it will seem foolish //not// to give you freedom of movement. Trust is earned. //Autonomy//, I'm afraid, is also earned. In a couple more years, marry someone of decent standing - a Darrish, I suppose, if you //really// must; Cargan or Graves are somewhat out of your star - and there's no limit to what you might do." He rolls his eyes. "Of course, you're not going to listen to me."
+It's a lot to think about. But, that doesn't make it right. "I'm not //not// going to listen," Tamberlaine begins. Miserably, he wonders how many years his parents would actually take to start listening to him. The misery is compounded by the realisation that his internal monologue is becoming intolerably sulky. "But wouldn't I earn their respect better out here?" 'Here', he accompanies with a vague gesture, to indicate most of the world - though, in actuality, it ends up being toward the rose garden outside the guest room window. "I don't want to wait at home until I'm old enough to leave, or earn their respect by- by marrying somebody more important than me! I learned more about medicine by treating injured people than I ever have at school, and I saved people's lives... including Astraeus'! How can you say I shouldn't have been there?"
+"Did you hear me say that?" demands the Councillor, impatiently. "I'm not making a values judgement here. I daresay if you were my child, you'd have been on at least one adventure by now - but that's not the issue. The issue is, if you want to convince your parents, this is not the way to do it."
+"Why not?" Tamburlaine presses. "Maybe I'll have an opportunity to do something that impresses them! Then they'll have to take me seriously." But, there's a kind of tangle of uncertainty taking root in the pit of his stomach: why is he so insistent that he can't go home? Waiting a year or so wouldn't be all that much. It would be embarrassing, admitting he was wrong, and his pride would take a blow - but it would be better than working his way through the sum total of the Cargan-Graves' charitability. Right?
+Only, it would be embarrassing and his pride would take a blow.
+There are other things: the amount of good he can do in a year is not negligible, and maybe it's easier to evade the Wayfinders here - maybe his parents would even tell Hod to sign up, if they went back. Which would be terrible, since she couldn't really refuse, then, and the Guild was literally the dodgiest thing ever when they visited. Yes, there are certainly other reasons not to go home. There are.
+"Because people don't work like that, infant." Another impatient eyeroll. "You might as well have purposely devised a method calculated to put them on the defensive. Tell me honestly. Do you really think, if you were to come back home prattling of all the lives you saved, they'd be swayed?"
+"Not really," Tamberlaine admits, "but there must be some way. Because I'm not going home."
+"He said. To his host. At whose mercy he is currently housed."
+Tamburlaine makes a great effort not to cringe, and thinks he succeeds at least partially. "Sorry, sir. I didn't mean it like that. I'm extremely grateful for all you've done for me, more than you can imagine, and I only meant that, even if you don't house me, me and Hod still wouldn't go back to Mother and Father." He folds his hands behind him, and tries to keep his chin up and his expression polite, but determined.
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