[Alicent sounds sheepish, embarrassed, but Koby straightens up, hands full of markers, eyes suddenly very wide. The confident, calm, in-control Marine cadet has vanished for a moment, leaving behind a young man completely baffled by what she’s implying. His voice is hesitant, like he’s waiting for her to – laugh, to shoot down what he’s saying, to immediately deny it:] You were concerned? About me?
[Incredulous, the tone. Like he can’t fathom that from someone he hasn’t managed to prove himself to, not yet. They’re trapped in here, he hasn’t helped or rescued Alicent, but still: she’s concerned.
Koby swallows hard, ducks his head, focuses on the handful of fabric strips he carries.] A guard, yes. Sort of. I wasn’t very good at it. [And there, a glimpse of the roiling, fraught self-loathing he carries at all times, a venom aimed at himself.] That’s one thing this place doesn’t have, at least – pirates.
[Rounding a corner to find a dead end, Koby makes a face, looking up towards the sky instinctively, before remembering how wrong the stars are.] Not this way. Let me know if you need a break, okay? Dead ends are dangerous to stay in too long, but at least nothing can sneak up on us in one.
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[Incredulous, the tone. Like he can’t fathom that from someone he hasn’t managed to prove himself to, not yet. They’re trapped in here, he hasn’t helped or rescued Alicent, but still: she’s concerned.
Koby swallows hard, ducks his head, focuses on the handful of fabric strips he carries.] A guard, yes. Sort of. I wasn’t very good at it. [And there, a glimpse of the roiling, fraught self-loathing he carries at all times, a venom aimed at himself.] That’s one thing this place doesn’t have, at least – pirates.
[Rounding a corner to find a dead end, Koby makes a face, looking up towards the sky instinctively, before remembering how wrong the stars are.] Not this way. Let me know if you need a break, okay? Dead ends are dangerous to stay in too long, but at least nothing can sneak up on us in one.