[An audible sniffle that is quickly covered up with the best annoyed growl he can muster.]
You're the one that wants to toss yer life away for my sake, so don't talk to me about sacrifices. [A hurried, rough swipe at his eyes.] I don't have nothin' fancy to offer, but.... [A thoughtful pause. The spark of hope his plan had coaxed into life flickers dangerously, like a candle on the verge of being extinguished, then brightens again a moment later.] ...maybe it ain't about money?
[He mulls this idea over. Brady's no tactician, but the more he thinks about it, the more sense it seems to make: aren't there other, better, less complicated ways of forcing someone to hand over their wealth than this sadistic nightmare? So it can't be about wringing every last gold coin from them. "Value" can be pretty subjective, anyway....one man's trash is another's treasure, and all that.]
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You're the one that wants to toss yer life away for my sake, so don't talk to me about sacrifices. [A hurried, rough swipe at his eyes.] I don't have nothin' fancy to offer, but.... [A thoughtful pause. The spark of hope his plan had coaxed into life flickers dangerously, like a candle on the verge of being extinguished, then brightens again a moment later.] ...maybe it ain't about money?
[He mulls this idea over. Brady's no tactician, but the more he thinks about it, the more sense it seems to make: aren't there other, better, less complicated ways of forcing someone to hand over their wealth than this sadistic nightmare? So it can't be about wringing every last gold coin from them. "Value" can be pretty subjective, anyway....one man's trash is another's treasure, and all that.]