[Deep down, Varian knows Salieri is right. Even if he doesn't vote, or has someone vote for him, the other votes are in. This is going to happen no matter how much he begs or pleads to the contrary. He worried something like this would happen, but he was worried someone would kill, not...
Not that it would be anything like this.
Varian says nothing for a long moment, looking up at Salieri with his own eyes glassy, yet somehow...there are no tears. He hasn't shed a single tear since all of this first occurred, and one must wonder if it's strength, or him using every ounce of his energy to hold it all back.
He tugs a little on his wrist, and at first it seems like he's trying to pull away from Salieri, at least until his grip inevitably loosens. It allows Varian to follow the shape of his own arm back until his hand settles in Salieri's, just for a moment. He holds it for a long moment before letting go, as if drawing strength from elsewhere before pushing his own button.]
> Most Beautifully Misguided
Thank you, Salieri. But...I can't let you. If this is happening at all, I...
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Not that it would be anything like this.
Varian says nothing for a long moment, looking up at Salieri with his own eyes glassy, yet somehow...there are no tears. He hasn't shed a single tear since all of this first occurred, and one must wonder if it's strength, or him using every ounce of his energy to hold it all back.
He tugs a little on his wrist, and at first it seems like he's trying to pull away from Salieri, at least until his grip inevitably loosens. It allows Varian to follow the shape of his own arm back until his hand settles in Salieri's, just for a moment. He holds it for a long moment before letting go, as if drawing strength from elsewhere before pushing his own button.]
> Most Beautifully Misguided
Thank you, Salieri. But...I can't let you. If this is happening at all, I...
[...
Whatever he was going to say dies on his tongue.]