Balthazar is several hundred million years old and he can't recall ever being this confused in his life. "You're worried about me. You're worried about me?"
No, no, he actually got that part already, what's throwing him are the nuances of that worry. Not 'your Grace will be corrupted and then you'll have to be executed' or 'you're helping the enemy of God' or anything like that. Just 'I don't want you hurt'? The real concern is you. At least to me it is!
"Where are you?" He asks. "Are you in the Nexus? Can I come see you?" This is either going to be better discussed face to face or a thousand times worse, but Balthazar's banking on better.
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No, no, he actually got that part already, what's throwing him are the nuances of that worry. Not 'your Grace will be corrupted and then you'll have to be executed' or 'you're helping the enemy of God' or anything like that. Just 'I don't want you hurt'? The real concern is you. At least to me it is!
"Where are you?" He asks. "Are you in the Nexus? Can I come see you?" This is either going to be better discussed face to face or a thousand times worse, but Balthazar's banking on better.