[ This roll is low enough that Argenti seems to focus on arguing rather than attacking, lance striking against the ground, though not exactly the other man just yet (6) either because he missed or some other reason. Apparently this is happening now, eyes narrowing at where the other targets his Confuse. ]
How is it not any of my business?
[ He asks daringly regardless. ]
Why would you give yourself to the Many? Is that really what you wished for?
[ Not that Argenti thinks he can talk the man into folding. It is going to take longer than that. ]
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How is it not any of my business?
[ He asks daringly regardless. ]
Why would you give yourself to the Many? Is that really what you wished for?
[ Not that Argenti thinks he can talk the man into folding. It is going to take longer than that. ]