[He hates that stammer, hates the way he sounds so deflated and uncertain. Because his arguments and reasoning make sense. They're logical. They sounded completely flawless in his head, and he doesn't know why he's not able to articulate that perfect, straightforward, reasonable logic now.]
People who are suspected of crimes are placed in holding. That's...I've always demanded it for others, and it would be hypocrisy for me to consider myself above it. Or to exploit...my own position to my advantage. Surely you comprehend that -
[And he hates how much he's talking - babbling - and draws up, suddenly self-conscious when faced with the mockery he's making of Josias' condition. But the man's smiling, and he can't tell whether that's mocking -
The slow-simmering panic in his chest, that mix of claustrophobia and dread and misery and confusion, for just a moment, threatens to boil over. He presses a hand to his eyes, trying to force himself to calm down.]
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[He hates that stammer, hates the way he sounds so deflated and uncertain. Because his arguments and reasoning make sense. They're logical. They sounded completely flawless in his head, and he doesn't know why he's not able to articulate that perfect, straightforward, reasonable logic now.]
People who are suspected of crimes are placed in holding. That's...I've always demanded it for others, and it would be hypocrisy for me to consider myself above it. Or to exploit...my own position to my advantage. Surely you comprehend that -
[And he hates how much he's talking - babbling - and draws up, suddenly self-conscious when faced with the mockery he's making of Josias' condition. But the man's smiling, and he can't tell whether that's mocking -
The slow-simmering panic in his chest, that mix of claustrophobia and dread and misery and confusion, for just a moment, threatens to boil over. He presses a hand to his eyes, trying to force himself to calm down.]