"Er... yes, okay, I suppose I should tell you that if you're trying to reach me I'm not here, and if you're trying to reach me because you want to do something involving pointy bits of metal or otherwise painful objects, I'm never going to be here. So sorry."
Better throw yourself in the box then, Rincewind. It's you I want.
No, not your body and not your blood, but your obedience and your service. You won't swear yourself to Miles Vorkosigan--that's fine. You can swear yourself to me instead. It's very simple.
[but that's not something I can do, Rincewind wants to wail.
That's the point though, isn't it? Showing there are some things you can't take back. Actions have consequences - how many times has the wizard snarled that same sentiment at others?]
I could promise to keep running. Just never come back. I'm not even on the same side of the country right now, you would never hear from me again. [in Arizona, actually, although he doesn't want to say that out loud.] Wouldn't that mean just as much as whatever contract you'd have me sign or swear to?
It - it will take a few days. I don't have the money for a plane, you know, and there are various things to do first, pack and, um, take - take a shower and things.
[can he run? If he goes now maybe he can reach the Mexican border by morning, the Luggage can take him some of the way if it has to...]
Me? Run? When we've managed to reach such a bloodless agreement over this terrible misunderstanding? Wouldn't dream of it, I'm hurt you'd even imagine I would.
...But. Ah. What do you mean by that?
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No, not your body and not your blood, but your obedience and your service. You won't swear yourself to Miles Vorkosigan--that's fine. You can swear yourself to me instead. It's very simple.
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[cold dread sinks into him; he feels his mouth go dry.]
But I - but I'm not -
[some helpless anger sneaks into his voice, a scared show of teeth.]
But I'm not worth anything to you!
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So it's really simple. You took Miles from me, and you surrender yourself in exchange--unless you'd like to put my mark back where you found it?
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That's the point though, isn't it? Showing there are some things you can't take back. Actions have consequences - how many times has the wizard snarled that same sentiment at others?]
I could promise to keep running. Just never come back. I'm not even on the same side of the country right now, you would never hear from me again. [in Arizona, actually, although he doesn't want to say that out loud.] Wouldn't that mean just as much as whatever contract you'd have me sign or swear to?
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[ Poor Rincewind. He's dropped right in it, now. ]
I don't think you're getting the point here, pussy cat. You're mine. You fucked me, and now you're mine. It doesn't get any more simple than that.
Now are you coming to me, or am I going to drag you home by your ear?
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It - it will take a few days. I don't have the money for a plane, you know, and there are various things to do first, pack and, um, take - take a shower and things.
[can he run? If he goes now maybe he can reach the Mexican border by morning, the Luggage can take him some of the way if it has to...]
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You know that there's nowhere on Earth that you can run from me, don't you? You should.
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[he manages to make the words sound lighter than the heavy, caged feeling suddenly weighing on his shoulders.]
Right. Well. A few days then.
[he is so fucked.]
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