[he doesn't want to fight, he's always hated it, even this extremely strange form of combat. and he knows, somewhere deep inside him, that this is an illusion, that it's not real, that amir hasn't been and won't be with him until he finds a way home, but he still... no, he refuses to risk him, to bet on even the slightest chance that what he's seeing is, impossible as it might seem, real. if it's an illusion, it's a convincing one.
[ Fiance. This is going to be a disaster—there's absolutely no way they won't get wrapped up into this once it all starts, illusion or not. But as much as he hates this woman and her terms, he understands that the small, unreasonable chance of it being real is enough to try.
Plus, he doesn't hate Rupert enough to yell at him right now. He lets out an aggrieved huff, anger seething out between his teeth in a stream of air. ]
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[he doesn't want to fight, he's always hated it, even this extremely strange form of combat. and he knows, somewhere deep inside him, that this is an illusion, that it's not real, that amir hasn't been and won't be with him until he finds a way home, but he still... no, he refuses to risk him, to bet on even the slightest chance that what he's seeing is, impossible as it might seem, real. if it's an illusion, it's a convincing one.
as dimitri says that, though:]
But we - please, we have to win. He's my fiance.
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[ Fiance. This is going to be a disaster—there's absolutely no way they won't get wrapped up into this once it all starts, illusion or not. But as much as he hates this woman and her terms, he understands that the small, unreasonable chance of it being real is enough to try.
Plus, he doesn't hate Rupert enough to yell at him right now. He lets out an aggrieved huff, anger seething out between his teeth in a stream of air. ]
—Fine.
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otome nods, standing up from her desk. ]
Then, the doors will open shortly. Please be prepared.
[ and with that the doors will open... ]