Tempting as it is to give in to nerves and say nothing, waiting any longer wouldn't be good for either of them - and he thinks the Knight's patience has been stretched far enough. So he takes a deep breath, steels himself, and gets to explaining himself.
...He should probably start with an apology.
"I'm sorry for snapping at you. It seems I've been a fool for a while now and it - I realised a few things that went to my head. Hit a raw nerve. I told myself I wouldn't raise my voice at you again, but here we are. I don't expect you to forgive me this time, either, but I'm very sorry. I hope you'll... understand where an old bug is coming from."
They probably haven't been sitting on the same thought as he has, their mind wanders, he should clarify...
Lemm casts about looking for the Knight's handwriting amid the neat stacks of papers, stepping further into the room. He finds what he's looking for quickly enough - Lemm is as attuned to the look of their writing now as he is to his own - and warily he approaches the bed and gestures to their note.
"I knew you'd had losses, and you don't want more. That I understood. Anyone could understand that. But I didn't understand - I didn't think you meant me. I mean, not... anyone else. Agh, I'm not explaining this very well."
He'd like to sit, but he needs to get this out of the way first. It is as terrifying as facing the Lord of Shades the last time. Maybe worse? That might be pushing it, but Lemm's fears are a little uncommon in priority. He waits a bit, just to see if any of this is landing at all. They'd seemed furious with him.
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...He should probably start with an apology.
"I'm sorry for snapping at you. It seems I've been a fool for a while now and it - I realised a few things that went to my head. Hit a raw nerve. I told myself I wouldn't raise my voice at you again, but here we are. I don't expect you to forgive me this time, either, but I'm very sorry. I hope you'll... understand where an old bug is coming from."
They probably haven't been sitting on the same thought as he has, their mind wanders, he should clarify...
Lemm casts about looking for the Knight's handwriting amid the neat stacks of papers, stepping further into the room. He finds what he's looking for quickly enough - Lemm is as attuned to the look of their writing now as he is to his own - and warily he approaches the bed and gestures to their note.
"I knew you'd had losses, and you don't want more. That I understood. Anyone could understand that. But I didn't understand - I didn't think you meant me. I mean, not... anyone else. Agh, I'm not explaining this very well."
He'd like to sit, but he needs to get this out of the way first. It is as terrifying as facing the Lord of Shades the last time. Maybe worse? That might be pushing it, but Lemm's fears are a little uncommon in priority. He waits a bit, just to see if any of this is landing at all. They'd seemed furious with him.