[oh no. there's that...bitter anger at the back of his throat. here, Martin can only dream. what must it be like to have someone believe him, and stand up for him against her? and again, Algric got to have it. with Jon. his Jon.
swallowing the jealous lump down, Martin musters up as much sincerity as he can.]
I get it. I'm glad.
[but then he just...deflates, defeated.]
I can't ask him to go a second time. I won't do that to him.
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swallowing the jealous lump down, Martin musters up as much sincerity as he can.]
I get it. I'm glad.
[but then he just...deflates, defeated.]
I can't ask him to go a second time. I won't do that to him.