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[propulsion]

[ Tony's fingertips patter idle against the coffee cup as Byerly talks. It's characteristic of him to fidget even while perfectly comfortable, but especially not.

But he's listening, slowly resolving his focus as he keys into the conversation they are having. It is, maybe, a better sign than not that he doesn't just wave Byerly away with a forget it. A pinch at his mouth for that unadorned thing. ]

Well, the thing you said was stupid, [ measured in tone, rather than acerbic ] so I kind of didn't have your back about it. But we should probably be able to come at you for the stupid thing you say without it sounding like we don't think you want to do right by the whole world, mages included.

[ He spreads his hand. ]

You don't have to explain to me that you're a good person underneath it all. I'm an expert at being a good person underneath it all.

[bouchonne]

[ That earns Tony a crooked little smile. ]

Oh, do you tend to be thought a villain, Monsieur-le-Savior-of-the-Planet-Earth-Thrice-Over?

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Yeah, well. That's just rifter stuff.

[ A hoist of his orange-infused coffee, but talking again too fast to seal it with a sip. ]

Not a villain, but a selfish narcissistic quippy butthead who isn't anybody's first idea of a hero and routinely uses shitty jokes to deflect? I've been called some stuff. I mean also the villain thing, [ a cycling motion of his hand as pent up energy propels him back towards his work table ] but that was pre-image reform.

My point is that I think your intentions are good. [ He turns, hops up to sit on the edge of the table. ] Calling you out isn't calling that out.

[bouchonne]

[ He lets the humor slip away in response to this more serious topic. He scratches at the back of his neck. ]

I - do hear you. Acting like it was one and the same action - calling me out, and calling me wicked - was wrong. It was unfair to you and your intentions.

[ He fiddles with his cup, avoiding Tony's eyes, as he adds: ] That I cannot trust that anyone would trust me is...a problem in my own soul. And it's not a problem that you should be wrestling with. I am sorry that I have laid it at your feet.