[ Paul makes a sound. John does not turn to him, occupied as he is with the scrawny thief before him, but he notes it. Paul is the real center of this orbit; his presence is the gravity which keeps the pair of them in tune. Lazarus would try his damndest to dash himself against the Emperor's mercy until he finds it end, otherwise.
So it's the bare minimum, sure, but even this scant and stilted apology expresses more sense than he'd expect without Paul beside them. He is under no illusion that it's anything other than a show. They're all in agreement, here. This messy deal is done. ]
Don't do it again and we'll be golden.
[ He pats Lazarus on the now-restored hand, like a little there there, and releases him. God, job done and ultimatum pleasantly made, shifts back to let the space stand between Lazarus and Paul. ]
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So it's the bare minimum, sure, but even this scant and stilted apology expresses more sense than he'd expect without Paul beside them. He is under no illusion that it's anything other than a show. They're all in agreement, here. This messy deal is done. ]
Don't do it again and we'll be golden.
[ He pats Lazarus on the now-restored hand, like a little there there, and releases him. God, job done and ultimatum pleasantly made, shifts back to let the space stand between Lazarus and Paul. ]