This time, it's just one eyebrow that raises, questioning.
"I'm not sure your horizons are expanding in the smartest directions."
Drunkenness? Unconsciousness? Those are really not things he'd expect from a Nietzschean. And it's true that he's having trouble disassociating Telemachus from the clean-cut High Guard officer he'd known, whom he could never imagine sounding ... well, drunk.
"What can I say?" he says, because there's really not that much he can say without knowing things he can't know because they're apparently about his future, "it's good to have a crew to stick up for me when I need saving."
Re: Telemachus Rhade | Andromeda
"I'm not sure your horizons are expanding in the smartest directions."
Drunkenness? Unconsciousness? Those are really not things he'd expect from a Nietzschean. And it's true that he's having trouble disassociating Telemachus from the clean-cut High Guard officer he'd known, whom he could never imagine sounding ... well, drunk.
"What can I say?" he says, because there's really not that much he can say without knowing things he can't know because they're apparently about his future, "it's good to have a crew to stick up for me when I need saving."