[Koby's about to argue, indignantly, but -- well. Isn't that the same problem Garp had pointed out? He thinks too much, he thinks and he worries and he makes himself sick over the possibilities, aims his mind to the potential of people being angry at him, hating him, leaving him. When does that go away? When does he stop lurching awake and reaching out to make sure he isn't still tucked alone into the corner of that dark, dank, damp hold?]
My goal is to keep as many people alive and safe as possible. I have to follow the rules of the game to do that. I have to assume that the visions are all real, or none of them are. So everyone named in a seer's vision needs to be voted a wolf. My crew's already at a disadvantage after last round, they need my vote.
It makes sense. It makes tactical sense to spread out the votes. Like we did.
[A pause, turning the rest of Set's words over and over in his head.]
It's about what I can live with. Not what I want, what I can endure.
You remind me of my commanding officer, you know. He thinks the same way.
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My goal is to keep as many people alive and safe as possible. I have to follow the rules of the game to do that. I have to assume that the visions are all real, or none of them are. So everyone named in a seer's vision needs to be voted a wolf. My crew's already at a disadvantage after last round, they need my vote.
It makes sense. It makes tactical sense to spread out the votes. Like we did.
[A pause, turning the rest of Set's words over and over in his head.]
It's about what I can live with. Not what I want, what I can endure.
You remind me of my commanding officer, you know. He thinks the same way.