Like as not, you are easier to manage in a similar state. Had I been in Visage, I imagine you would have managed me with less trouble, as well. [Or at least more easily than a rampaging dragon.
Wrathion tosses his head, but it's less a negative gesture and more just--annoyance, likely. Frustration. He's fairly frustrated at all of this.]
You may try, Aemond, but even if death is not a thing that lasts, here, how do you think I would feel, were I the one to slay you?
[There's a reason for his stubbornness, after all. It isn't just to be stubborn. Not in this instance.]
[ Aemond listens, hums, and exhales softly, not in annoyance, but slight discomfort. He's never been skilled in expressing his emotions — not when it counts. All of this is testing him.
At length: ] I understand.
But know this — [ and his voice turns deadly serious ] — were I to die in service of trying to help you, it would be a great honor. I would be proud, Wrathion. I would have done something worth my life.
[Testing him? Wrathion, who has people sworn to him, who willingly give their lives in his service--and he grieves every one, make no mistake--but he values those sworn as a craftsman values his tools. They swore. He accepted. Their service to him, his service to Azeroth--
This is different. Wrathion isn't certain that he has the words to discern that difference. He only knows that it is, indeed, different.]
Unacceptable. You throw your life away as if it is worthless, when there are those here who care for you, who value your life--and I number myself among them! If you can throw your life away so, Aemond Targaryen, I challenge you to enact a new vow. Dying is easy. Living is costly. Do not die for me. Stay alive for me. And help me do the same--for you, for Sansa, for your family. Our family, the one we make here!
Yes, alright. [ Aemond needs to stop walking for a moment because he's getting too worked up. ] I won't throw it away — you have my word. But if you keep insisting on not letting me help, I can no longer allow you to help me.
I am not saying that at the moment. [Suddenly mild, as if he's suddenly pivoted. Wrathion might be plotting something. Alternately, he might just be tired. Really, it's the latter. The hydra has taken it out of him.]
You are crystalline. I am going to hold you to your word, Aemond. But I will remember my promises to you, as well. And you are well aware of how stubborn I am, if I did not want your help, I would let you come all the way up here and I would already be gone!
Like an ass, but I've done such a thing before. [To the Champions of Azeroth, but while he likes them as a collective, sometimes the paranoia gets to be too much, even with those he trusts intimately.]
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Exhaling hard, Aemond continues with, ] At least let me help, should the time come again. We can't both be stubborn. We won't survive it.
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Wrathion tosses his head, but it's less a negative gesture and more just--annoyance, likely. Frustration. He's fairly frustrated at all of this.]
You may try, Aemond, but even if death is not a thing that lasts, here, how do you think I would feel, were I the one to slay you?
[There's a reason for his stubbornness, after all. It isn't just to be stubborn. Not in this instance.]
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At length: ] I understand.
But know this — [ and his voice turns deadly serious ] — were I to die in service of trying to help you, it would be a great honor. I would be proud, Wrathion. I would have done something worth my life.
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This is different. Wrathion isn't certain that he has the words to discern that difference. He only knows that it is, indeed, different.]
Unacceptable. You throw your life away as if it is worthless, when there are those here who care for you, who value your life--and I number myself among them! If you can throw your life away so, Aemond Targaryen, I challenge you to enact a new vow. Dying is easy. Living is costly. Do not die for me. Stay alive for me. And help me do the same--for you, for Sansa, for your family. Our family, the one we make here!
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Do I make myself clear now?
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You are crystalline. I am going to hold you to your word, Aemond. But I will remember my promises to you, as well. And you are well aware of how stubborn I am, if I did not want your help, I would let you come all the way up here and I would already be gone!
Like an ass, but I've done such a thing before. [To the Champions of Azeroth, but while he likes them as a collective, sometimes the paranoia gets to be too much, even with those he trusts intimately.]