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 "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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