[It was outta line. He could admit that to. He wasn't going to argue the statement. It didn't make him sorry for it in the slightest, however. And that's where he was sure the real issue lay.
But that gentile air chilled considerably at the suggestion he go 'talk to someone', his face dropping into a more firm seriousness that wasn't abrasive but didn't suggest any kind of movement of view. Kiryu might recognize it as a line drawn, that he wasn't anywhere close to crossing.]
I'll skip the hell of the Clipper for a second time, if it's all the same. I'm perfectly fine.
I don't believe that you're excusing him. But I am glad to hear there'll be some lines for him to bounce around against. First steps and all.
As long as you keep your bat away from the inmates outside of baseball practice.
[ There. Nice and frank. No bile. No anger. Not even frostiness. Izzy's not the only one he'll be keeping his eye on. Because there is nothing 'fine' about that. ]
I'll do my best. [He'd already made his promises. Those came few and far between but he took them seriously, when he wasn't lying. Kiryu was doing his job; no need to lie to the man. But he also couldn't force the Marshal to do shit, and maybe his heels dug in a little at it all.]
You mean Roman's. I'm sure it will.
[Worst he had was the equivalent of a razor nick. Barely a scratch.
Normally, this was where he'd end the conversation, but Kiryu was driving this, having been the one to come to him with the problem. He was patient enough to let Kiryu have his say and ask his questions. Wasn't really Raylan's place to decide it was over, not without being a big fucking child about it and he'd rather hell freeze over.]
[No hard feelings, but Raylan was well aware of the lines that had been drawn. Which was fine; it happened sooner or later. It was the way of People and there was some validation on having it happen here. Somethings were iron clad.]
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But that gentile air chilled considerably at the suggestion he go 'talk to someone', his face dropping into a more firm seriousness that wasn't abrasive but didn't suggest any kind of movement of view. Kiryu might recognize it as a line drawn, that he wasn't anywhere close to crossing.]
I'll skip the hell of the Clipper for a second time, if it's all the same. I'm perfectly fine.
I don't believe that you're excusing him. But I am glad to hear there'll be some lines for him to bounce around against. First steps and all.
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[ There. Nice and frank. No bile. No anger. Not even frostiness. Izzy's not the only one he'll be keeping his eye on. Because there is nothing 'fine' about that. ]
I hope your stab wound heals well, Givens-san.
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You mean Roman's. I'm sure it will.
[Worst he had was the equivalent of a razor nick. Barely a scratch.
Normally, this was where he'd end the conversation, but Kiryu was driving this, having been the one to come to him with the problem. He was patient enough to let Kiryu have his say and ask his questions. Wasn't really Raylan's place to decide it was over, not without being a big fucking child about it and he'd rather hell freeze over.]
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[ He'll offer a bow of his head, end things civil. Respectful. Hopefully make it clear where he stands on things without aggravating things worse.
Thankfully, his time as chairman has given him just a bit of diplomacy. ]
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[No hard feelings, but Raylan was well aware of the lines that had been drawn. Which was fine; it happened sooner or later. It was the way of People and there was some validation on having it happen here. Somethings were iron clad.]