[ there is a lot of what estinien is thinking that sam would probably agree with, if it came down to it. because when in that position, yes - wartime parties for the rich? is a waste of money and a way of distraction. people looking the other ways during the worst of a war is something sam has dealt with, he gets it, but that's also not how he's seeing this.
but that is part of what this gathering is about, isn't it? sam had made a very specific choice in inviting everyone. he'd been there, when estinien had attacked ambrose. he'd seen the others, who had chosen to stand up in the way of it. he knew going into this, especially with his very specific instructions against inner-party-fighting meant that those individuals would probably know he was talking about them. he had been prepared, going in, to have this conversation. because the truth of it is? they're not wrong. everyone has ended up in a different place where it concerns the singularity, and ambrose, and what is most definitely an impending war. and he knows not everyone is going to appreciate his attempts at making peace, at least amongst those brought through the well, but sam had gone through with this anyway.
which is why, as sam is walking by mid-bite of what is probably a burger or a hot dog, saying something about food is ready or more just got off the grille, he just catches estinein's comment. hears the bitterness and the built up frustration in it. there is a very small part of him that says just keep walking, don't engage, but the larger, louder part knows better. knows that this had been something that was coming, either now or later, and that sam needs to buck up and handle this conversation instead of trying to run away from it. so as he comes to a stop, putting whatever had been that partial-bite he'd been taking back on his plate, he meets eyes with estinein. takes a second to simply check - possibly for that violence, possibly for the depth of emotion and anger, possibly for something else - before nodding as if to himself and turning to find either a trash can or a table to set down his plate. it only takes a second, and once his food is taken care of, sam wipes his hands on a napkin and walks the rest of the way over to where estinein had been standing.
his demeanor is calm, serious but not tense. he looks a bit like he's slipping into a suit he knows well, even if all he's doing is walking, and when sam finally makes it to where he needs to be he comes to an easy stop. ]
You know- you're right. [ said simply, honestly. sam's hands slide into the pockets of his jeans as he continues. he's not hiding from any of this, doesn't look uncomfortable under the words either. if anything, he looks like he's settling. like he is preparing for estinein to be angry, if he chooses to be. like he would have every right to be, if he chose to. ] I didn't have to stay in the dungeons, and I wasn't ever really scared of getting executed while we were in the castle. But I'm not trying to ignore anyone's allegiances by asking people to come to a cookout, either.
[ sam lets out a breath, then, shaking his head. ] I get that you're angry, and you have every right to be. But I really hope you're not assuming I'm taking Ambrose's side by asking people not to turn my house into a warzone.
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but that is part of what this gathering is about, isn't it? sam had made a very specific choice in inviting everyone. he'd been there, when estinien had attacked ambrose. he'd seen the others, who had chosen to stand up in the way of it. he knew going into this, especially with his very specific instructions against inner-party-fighting meant that those individuals would probably know he was talking about them. he had been prepared, going in, to have this conversation. because the truth of it is? they're not wrong. everyone has ended up in a different place where it concerns the singularity, and ambrose, and what is most definitely an impending war. and he knows not everyone is going to appreciate his attempts at making peace, at least amongst those brought through the well, but sam had gone through with this anyway.
which is why, as sam is walking by mid-bite of what is probably a burger or a hot dog, saying something about food is ready or more just got off the grille, he just catches estinein's comment. hears the bitterness and the built up frustration in it. there is a very small part of him that says just keep walking, don't engage, but the larger, louder part knows better. knows that this had been something that was coming, either now or later, and that sam needs to buck up and handle this conversation instead of trying to run away from it. so as he comes to a stop, putting whatever had been that partial-bite he'd been taking back on his plate, he meets eyes with estinein. takes a second to simply check - possibly for that violence, possibly for the depth of emotion and anger, possibly for something else - before nodding as if to himself and turning to find either a trash can or a table to set down his plate. it only takes a second, and once his food is taken care of, sam wipes his hands on a napkin and walks the rest of the way over to where estinein had been standing.
his demeanor is calm, serious but not tense. he looks a bit like he's slipping into a suit he knows well, even if all he's doing is walking, and when sam finally makes it to where he needs to be he comes to an easy stop. ]
You know- you're right. [ said simply, honestly. sam's hands slide into the pockets of his jeans as he continues. he's not hiding from any of this, doesn't look uncomfortable under the words either. if anything, he looks like he's settling. like he is preparing for estinein to be angry, if he chooses to be. like he would have every right to be, if he chose to. ] I didn't have to stay in the dungeons, and I wasn't ever really scared of getting executed while we were in the castle. But I'm not trying to ignore anyone's allegiances by asking people to come to a cookout, either.
[ sam lets out a breath, then, shaking his head. ] I get that you're angry, and you have every right to be. But I really hope you're not assuming I'm taking Ambrose's side by asking people not to turn my house into a warzone.