[He inhales once, the sound sharp in his chest - his best attempt at not falling prey to words that hold potential to sway. The face of a brother, the face of a man he would have died for, once.
Worlds apart now, it seems.] If all that you say is true, there is nothing that can be done for me now.
[His father the Lord Chancellor would permit no pardon, no forgiveness, and he'll not poison himself with hope for anything else. It renders the sentiment meaningless, this conversation beyond pointless; his eyes shut, breathing shallow as water over stone.]
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Worlds apart now, it seems.] If all that you say is true, there is nothing that can be done for me now.
[His father the Lord Chancellor would permit no pardon, no forgiveness, and he'll not poison himself with hope for anything else. It renders the sentiment meaningless, this conversation beyond pointless; his eyes shut, breathing shallow as water over stone.]