( It's said with no small amount of open fondness. At least compared to how he normally counters Ratio's quips and barbs. He's missed the other man, truly he has -- Nihility is empty, timeless, and quiet. Veritas Ratio is his favorite person, though in fairness the list of people that can stand Aventurine is less than ten people. Half of the Stonehearts detest him, and the others simply put up with him because he gets results. Well, Topaz and Jade notwithstanding. But they're not Ratio.
As for what he learned, well. )
A few things. Firstly that the IPC will have a chance to move into Penacony when it collapses under its own weight, but they don't need me to tell them that. And, funnily enough, I've found that I'm not in any particular rush to tell them I came out the other side. ( At least for now. He's... free. Free enough, anyway, and his eyes slide to Ratio again. The other man keeps his cards close to his chest, annoyingly so.
How is he supposed to figure out the chances of success of any bet, any gamble, where the other man is concerned? He pulls a chip out of his coat, flicking it around his fingers a few times in order to... give himself something to focus on rather than the feeling in his chest, the growing tightness and, yes. Fear.
He thought he'd long gotten over any lingering anxiety, but recent events have told him he'd only been deluding himself. Ugh. )
And I learned that the first place I wanted to be after coming back was here. So here I am.
( He's only sorry it took him months to get back at all. )
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( It's said with no small amount of open fondness. At least compared to how he normally counters Ratio's quips and barbs. He's missed the other man, truly he has -- Nihility is empty, timeless, and quiet. Veritas Ratio is his favorite person, though in fairness the list of people that can stand Aventurine is less than ten people. Half of the Stonehearts detest him, and the others simply put up with him because he gets results. Well, Topaz and Jade notwithstanding. But they're not Ratio.
As for what he learned, well. )
A few things. Firstly that the IPC will have a chance to move into Penacony when it collapses under its own weight, but they don't need me to tell them that. And, funnily enough, I've found that I'm not in any particular rush to tell them I came out the other side. ( At least for now. He's... free. Free enough, anyway, and his eyes slide to Ratio again. The other man keeps his cards close to his chest, annoyingly so.
How is he supposed to figure out the chances of success of any bet, any gamble, where the other man is concerned? He pulls a chip out of his coat, flicking it around his fingers a few times in order to... give himself something to focus on rather than the feeling in his chest, the growing tightness and, yes. Fear.
He thought he'd long gotten over any lingering anxiety, but recent events have told him he'd only been deluding himself. Ugh. )
And I learned that the first place I wanted to be after coming back was here. So here I am.
( He's only sorry it took him months to get back at all. )