Good. At least Greta knows when things aren't her business.
And yeah, it's not his fault, fine. That doesn't mean he had to sing it out loud. Certainly doesn't mean he had to be such a fucking creep about it afterward.
And it doesn't mean he's not still dangerous.
"Okay," he says after a moment, trying to get his head around this 'hearing stories like music' thing. He shifts a little, winces against the thorns and sucks in a quick breath at the slow tightening of the vines around his arms. God, dangerous or not, he really hopes the dude comes back soon, with water and fucking scissors.
"Well I don't know how much he heard," he says, "or what it even... sounds like to him, what he thinks he knows, but if he can he needs to stop listening. It's none of his business either, and if he's going around fuckin... talking about it, that needs to stop."
Maybe if he gets Greta on his side with this she can talks sense with the Balladeer or something. She seems like a good sense-talking candidate. And the Balladeer actually likes her, so.
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And yeah, it's not his fault, fine. That doesn't mean he had to sing it out loud. Certainly doesn't mean he had to be such a fucking creep about it afterward.
And it doesn't mean he's not still dangerous.
"Okay," he says after a moment, trying to get his head around this 'hearing stories like music' thing. He shifts a little, winces against the thorns and sucks in a quick breath at the slow tightening of the vines around his arms. God, dangerous or not, he really hopes the dude comes back soon, with water and fucking scissors.
"Well I don't know how much he heard," he says, "or what it even... sounds like to him, what he thinks he knows, but if he can he needs to stop listening. It's none of his business either, and if he's going around fuckin... talking about it, that needs to stop."
Maybe if he gets Greta on his side with this she can talks sense with the Balladeer or something. She seems like a good sense-talking candidate. And the Balladeer actually likes her, so.