Zandros spends a half-second looking confused, then fills the other half of that second in offense. Almost immediately after he's smiling placatingly and pressing his palm to his chest.
"Isidor, I had not seen it that way. I was merely arriving to provide a new perspective and different manner of support. Ultimately your word was law, was it not? I did not rescue you. I merely... Polished your image such that the public would see your innate benevolence, which, perhaps, at times, may not be as... Self-evident, or-or-or... Accessible... To the average eye?"
And then he strains a smile that doesn't reach his wide eyes as he waits for the inevitable. He's said too much. There will be punishment.
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Zandros spends a half-second looking confused, then fills the other half of that second in offense. Almost immediately after he's smiling placatingly and pressing his palm to his chest.
"Isidor, I had not seen it that way. I was merely arriving to provide a new perspective and different manner of support. Ultimately your word was law, was it not? I did not rescue you. I merely... Polished your image such that the public would see your innate benevolence, which, perhaps, at times, may not be as... Self-evident, or-or-or... Accessible... To the average eye?"
And then he strains a smile that doesn't reach his wide eyes as he waits for the inevitable. He's said too much. There will be punishment.