"Thus speaks a man who's never died," Martel drawls, when Sparhawk disagrees with him about 'easy', making a vague gesture in the direction of his chest to confirm that no, he was returned to life with plenty of scarring to show for it. (Not all of the ones he remembers, and when he looks in the mirror he feels certain he's dropped a good ten years or so in the resurrection, but he'll never be permitted to forget how it ended.)
He tips his head when he notices Sparhawk steeling himself for his response, and makes him wait for it in that state of agitated readiness - the moments when they're quiet and droll and almost like they were before are the ones that drive the knife in hardest, and in some form of exquisite irony their safest ground seems to be hurting each other. He lets it draw out, then, and lets it be cruel.
"A worthless life is easier to give up than to live with, brother. You see." ...and, then, on the heels of that poignant moment of understanding between the two of them: "She was kidnapped, your wife? I remember Ehlana. I'm sure they regretted it swifter than they would've thought."
It's hard to tell whether that was a compliment, an insult, or both.
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He tips his head when he notices Sparhawk steeling himself for his response, and makes him wait for it in that state of agitated readiness - the moments when they're quiet and droll and almost like they were before are the ones that drive the knife in hardest, and in some form of exquisite irony their safest ground seems to be hurting each other. He lets it draw out, then, and lets it be cruel.
"A worthless life is easier to give up than to live with, brother. You see." ...and, then, on the heels of that poignant moment of understanding between the two of them: "She was kidnapped, your wife? I remember Ehlana. I'm sure they regretted it swifter than they would've thought."
It's hard to tell whether that was a compliment, an insult, or both.