Immediately realizing his mistake, Benedict resists the urge to sink lower in his chair. He just turned twenty-six; his maturation may have been in a state of arrest for some years, but he's made up for it and then some in the last few, at least so he likes to think. What would Byerly do, is the question at the forefront of his mind, but when he knows the answer is to obfuscate the truth more maddeningly and with far more panache than he could ever hope to have, he knows the jig is up. Be brave, little idiot.
"My mother," he says, straight-backed and professional, nonetheless oozing with dread. "I didn't clerk for her. I would have inherited her seat in the Magisterium."
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Date: 2022-09-19 08:47 pm (UTC)What would Byerly do, is the question at the forefront of his mind, but when he knows the answer is to obfuscate the truth more maddeningly and with far more panache than he could ever hope to have, he knows the jig is up. Be brave, little idiot.
"My mother," he says, straight-backed and professional, nonetheless oozing with dread. "I didn't clerk for her. I would have inherited her seat in the Magisterium."