[The prosecutor looks stunned. He quickly withdraws his hand at that, and his usually deathly-pale complexion flushes pink. She can't mean that, can she? But she says it isn't a joke.]
...Then I've been doubly foolish. I never realised.
[Simon Blackquill, the master of psychological manipulation, never realised the charge he'd sworn to protect was developing a crush on him. Had he realised, maybe he could have distanced himself from her, kept her at arm's length. Not that she'd let him without a fight, but it would be better that way. He could still uphold his duties, and not risk anything... complicated.
So why is his heart racing? He looks away from her, still flustered, but attempting to keep a cool demeanour.]
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...Then I've been doubly foolish. I never realised.
[Simon Blackquill, the master of psychological manipulation, never realised the charge he'd sworn to protect was developing a crush on him. Had he realised, maybe he could have distanced himself from her, kept her at arm's length. Not that she'd let him without a fight, but it would be better that way. He could still uphold his duties, and not risk anything... complicated.
So why is his heart racing? He looks away from her, still flustered, but attempting to keep a cool demeanour.]
For how long have you felt this way?