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I [pause] Forget it.

It's a load of [pause, hesitant] -- a load of complete and utter [Kalrian] crap [Common] that's what it is. The Captain's right. There's no proof at all. Anyone could pick up a pen and write. Anyone could lie. It's just writing, can't he see that.

[another pause]

Am I not meant to be

Am I not

Forget it.

Just come back. You'd know what to do. You're the clever one. I'm just It's not magic. As if. As if. Not even children believe in magic and I'm a man grown. What's so magical about it now, Margaret? Sir Alistair woke up. It wasn't a deep sleep. He was just drugged. The stories are just stories and I don't believe. I doubt that it's truly the princess but what is anything I think worth? But if it is-- if I'm wrong-- isn't that proof? That nothing about this is magical after all? It's been a month, Margaret, it's not amusing-- you're not amusing and it appears Sir Korran has taken an interest in what I'm scribbling so furiously about. Don't smile like that. It's disgusting.

And some people should mind their own business. Who taught him his manners? A dog?

Current Mood: frustrated