74 Swords in the Stone
[Now that he‘s finally gotten his attention, he‘s leaning forward in the chair he‘s placed before the cell, elbows braced on his knees, staring hard at the figure that not too long ago cut an imposing figure] Do you know who I am?
[His eyes finally meet the other man's, half lidded in both exhaustion and impatience.] Of course I know who you are. You were nearly one of Frostmourne's own.
Now we are getting somewhere. [He doesn‘t really expect much of a response out of this, he‘s just goading him] And this is what they’ve chosen for you? Sit you here to rot?
[A soft grunt -- he doesn't seem at all phased by the insult.] I suppose so. Nobody seems to be interested in sharing details with me.
[That‘s alright, an argument isn‘t really what he‘s after. The conversation is what he wants] Your own fate no longer concerns you. Does that not bother you?
[His eyes finally meet the other man's, half lidded in both exhaustion and impatience.] Of course I know who you are. You were nearly one of Frostmourne's own.
Now we are getting somewhere. [He doesn‘t really expect much of a response out of this, he‘s just goading him] And this is what they’ve chosen for you? Sit you here to rot?
[A soft grunt -- he doesn't seem at all phased by the insult.] I suppose so. Nobody seems to be interested in sharing details with me.
[That‘s alright, an argument isn‘t really what he‘s after. The conversation is what he wants] Your own fate no longer concerns you. Does that not bother you?