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[redsoil]

[ He doesn't respond, not for several minutes. Deliberating on whether or not to even bother.

Betrayal, even perceived incorrectly by his ( fragile??? ) ego, hits hard. ]

— vote with whomever you want. My team has no chance of winning anyways.

[godspark]

[ it occurs to him that set is angry because his team can't win, and not entirely because of what dani said to usopp.

but still. ]

I didn't mean to upset you.

Or act against your team. I was never trying to win, you know that.

[redsoil]

[ the faintest squeak, followed by a foreign-tongued curse escapes set on the other end of the line. ]

I know. It was not... in the eyes of the others, there is more value on ending the slaughter. Using votes towards that is wise. Placing weight where it must be counted is correct.

Is it wrong, that I put more value in keeping my word? And having it kept in return? Even though —

[godspark]

I don't think it's wrong.

Trust is important. I care when it's broken, I cared when Koby broke mine. And I care about yours.

[ he sighs, voice softening. ]

Can't I help to end this and keep my word?

[redsoil]

It is not as though I would force you away from Lauralae. I only wished to wait — there are three votes to be had again.

[ Jumping on the first person, sound argument or not, is wasteful to him. ]

If one of mine were to go on the block, I would move to defend them. Using all I have bartered and worked for.

[godspark]

I can wait, and see what else is said. I don't want to fight with you.

[ a quiet beat. ]

Not because I'm afraid of pain, either. Your friendship matters. I don't want to lose it now.

[redsoil]

Just because I was a little nice does not mean you have to call me "friend".

[ Genuinely, he means that. A petulant sound in the back of his throat. Like he's trying to warn Daniil off, to be kind in a horribly rough way. ]

You will definitely regret putting that much effort into it.

[godspark]

I don't remember anyone twisting my arm.

[ then or now. ]