Don't - [His voice starts off too sharp, almost angry, and Paul pauses to readjust before he continues, softer again.] Don't apologize for that.
[He's surprised at how much he means it. He's surprised at nearly everything he's done in the past hour or so, such a brief span of time to have him thrown so completely off his balance. 'Sir', for one thing. He's been 'my lord' and 'young master', but sir is - sir is Gurney Halleck, who would know what to do with Falco.
The inside of the house is thick with dust, but no scent of blood or decay. Paul kicks a metal jug that has toppled to the ground and it clangs loudly down the grey wallpapered front hallway. Nothing stirs, and he judges it safe to move further inside. His desert mouse hangs behind, hopping at Falco's feet despite the presence of his falcon. Omens operate on different rules than flesh and blood creatures.]
It's what we're supposed to do, isn't it? Help each other. [Paul looks over his shoulder at the younger boy.] You're going to help me. So you have nothing to apologize for, and nothing you owe me.
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[He's surprised at how much he means it. He's surprised at nearly everything he's done in the past hour or so, such a brief span of time to have him thrown so completely off his balance. 'Sir', for one thing. He's been 'my lord' and 'young master', but sir is - sir is Gurney Halleck, who would know what to do with Falco.
The inside of the house is thick with dust, but no scent of blood or decay. Paul kicks a metal jug that has toppled to the ground and it clangs loudly down the grey wallpapered front hallway. Nothing stirs, and he judges it safe to move further inside. His desert mouse hangs behind, hopping at Falco's feet despite the presence of his falcon. Omens operate on different rules than flesh and blood creatures.]
It's what we're supposed to do, isn't it? Help each other. [Paul looks over his shoulder at the younger boy.] You're going to help me. So you have nothing to apologize for, and nothing you owe me.