[Honestly, he does not like being called out on being drunk. He's fortunate that he has enough control over himself to not be typoing like a madman, but not enough to keep from rambling or contacting Steven. Perhaps he's too drunk or too stubborn to find himself as willing as he should be to accept these proclaimed "facts".]
I may be well into my cups, but even I can keep up with the conversation. The question is, can you?
These facts you present are dubious at best, idiotic at worst. I care not that he has a friend that is not me, I care that he chose you for such a role. Even if I entertained the notion, pretended for but a moment what you claim is true, it does little to explain why he would choose you. When you had done scant more than be a blight to me.
He does not make habit of befriending those I hold in contempt. And, even if he had that which he refuses to speak to me about, it goes against all logical reasoning to confide in one such as you. After all, ever do you have loose lips, though I doubt that is all that is loose about you. His mind is different, even compared to most in Amaurot, but he is no fool, and seldom does he err in judgment—yet he has so grievously.
But it is clear to me that you wish only to play games, dancing around the true answer to my inquiries. I should have expected as much, and perhaps I did, but like a fool I had hoped for otherwise.
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I may be well into my cups, but even I can keep up with the conversation. The question is, can you?
These facts you present are dubious at best, idiotic at worst. I care not that he has a friend that is not me, I care that he chose you for such a role. Even if I entertained the notion, pretended for but a moment what you claim is true, it does little to explain why he would choose you. When you had done scant more than be a blight to me.
He does not make habit of befriending those I hold in contempt. And, even if he had that which he refuses to speak to me about, it goes against all logical reasoning to confide in one such as you. After all, ever do you have loose lips, though I doubt that is all that is loose about you. His mind is different, even compared to most in Amaurot, but he is no fool, and seldom does he err in judgment—yet he has so grievously.
But it is clear to me that you wish only to play games, dancing around the true answer to my inquiries. I should have expected as much, and perhaps I did, but like a fool I had hoped for otherwise.