...it's disorienting, remembering things like that.
[The Balladeer shifts, folding one leg under himself so he can face Benjamin properly. He's still close, enough so that he doesn't let go of his hand after all. Maybe he doesn't fully understand these things, but if it were him...he has to imagine any contact is a comfort. His free hand joins the other, clasping Benjamin's hand between them.]
And it's not your fault. It's not. The Wizard's got more than enough power to make any of us forget anything, no matter how important - he did this on purpose.
[The Balladeer has never really spoken of the Wizard with special anger, not like everyone else does. Maybe he understands it a little more. Maybe he's just not a very angry person generally; it's hard for him to muster those feelings for what seems like a faceless, distant overseer. But here, now, seeing this? He's mad. The Wizard's someone far away, but still so much closer than this corrupt lawman.]
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[The Balladeer shifts, folding one leg under himself so he can face Benjamin properly. He's still close, enough so that he doesn't let go of his hand after all. Maybe he doesn't fully understand these things, but if it were him...he has to imagine any contact is a comfort. His free hand joins the other, clasping Benjamin's hand between them.]
And it's not your fault. It's not. The Wizard's got more than enough power to make any of us forget anything, no matter how important - he did this on purpose.
[The Balladeer has never really spoken of the Wizard with special anger, not like everyone else does. Maybe he understands it a little more. Maybe he's just not a very angry person generally; it's hard for him to muster those feelings for what seems like a faceless, distant overseer. But here, now, seeing this? He's mad. The Wizard's someone far away, but still so much closer than this corrupt lawman.]