( aemond isn't the first to say that to him since his role was revealed. )
But I can ensure my own safety. ( it wouldn't be the first time his life has been endangered by forces beyond his control. he grew up with that risk, death a covetous and sadistic temptress who yearns for him to be at her side. )
And if I can't, ( he walks over to the edge of the bed, falling back onto it comfortably before tucking his arm behind his head. ) then it will be no one's failings but my own. ( and set's. but he won't be voicing that tidbit out loud. if he has learned anything from the past round, an emotionally charged targaryen will forsake any alliance for the sake of their own survival. he doesn't fault them for it because he would do the same. it doesn't inspire much trust though, does it? )
Whether I'm alone or not won't change the outcome.
Better with a second than alone, then. You should have someone to fight with you.
[ aemond knows what it's like to be the only one truly fighting for something. fighting and alone, persisting on his own; it's a wretched feeling, it hardens the soul and the heart, and he thinks that perhaps if he had at least one person in his life who truly had his back he would not be so angry.
or maybe that's wishful thinking. vhagar is his only friend at home for a reason; he's too much anger in a body to be anything other than a sharp edge. touch him, and you'll bleed — that has always been how people see him, and aemond has worked hard to make it true.
after a few seconds' deliberation he moves to join pierce on the bed, lies back down next to him but with hands folded over his stomach. his one good eye is on pierce's right side this way, but aemond isn't looking at him yet. ]
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( aemond isn't the first to say that to him since his role was revealed. )
But I can ensure my own safety. ( it wouldn't be the first time his life has been endangered by forces beyond his control. he grew up with that risk, death a covetous and sadistic temptress who yearns for him to be at her side. )
And if I can't, ( he walks over to the edge of the bed, falling back onto it comfortably before tucking his arm behind his head. ) then it will be no one's failings but my own. ( and set's. but he won't be voicing that tidbit out loud. if he has learned anything from the past round, an emotionally charged targaryen will forsake any alliance for the sake of their own survival. he doesn't fault them for it because he would do the same. it doesn't inspire much trust though, does it? )
Whether I'm alone or not won't change the outcome.
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[ aemond knows what it's like to be the only one truly fighting for something. fighting and alone, persisting on his own; it's a wretched feeling, it hardens the soul and the heart, and he thinks that perhaps if he had at least one person in his life who truly had his back he would not be so angry.
or maybe that's wishful thinking. vhagar is his only friend at home for a reason; he's too much anger in a body to be anything other than a sharp edge. touch him, and you'll bleed — that has always been how people see him, and aemond has worked hard to make it true.
after a few seconds' deliberation he moves to join pierce on the bed, lies back down next to him but with hands folded over his stomach. his one good eye is on pierce's right side this way, but aemond isn't looking at him yet. ]
Are you not afraid to die?