Video ♦ 008

[septim]

[ Here's Martin, looking prim and proper with a new set of robes, sitting at a desk stacked with books. His tone is no non-sense, lacking its usual congeniality, utterly sanitized. ] Forgive me for not personally welcoming you, new arrivals. My name is Martin Septim and I, together with John Watson, run the transport clinic in this Hold.

If you're a healer, either through magical or mundane means, we're always in need of help. Speak with John or I to set up an interview.

And for those of who you were unsettled [ An understatement, but Martin keeps his composure, although there's a tinge of regret in his words. ] by my actions and words last time I spoke through this network, please don't worry about me. It is under control.

Thank you for your time.

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[theguideless]

[quickly, alarmed:] I mean! I...[slight pause.] You said...What happened...whatever's...under control...[trailing off again.

beat.

guiltily:] I. Was sick. Sorry. I mean...You were just trying to help. Before, I mean. But I made everyone mad...I'm sorry. I wanted to be ou-out of the way, so...so nobody'd be bothered. And, uh...[a nervous exhale.] Everyone says...that's wrong, so I'm...wrong, I guess. I'm sorry.

I thought...staying away was helpful. I...don't think I could've helped. Whatever it was. [he's rambling, tapering off into a mutter:] But you said it's better now...

[septim]

Yes, my issue is under control. And yes, staying away and running away from your problems instead of confronting them is pointless, but...Martin, stop chastising yourself.

[theguideless]

[wincing, subdued:] Yes, sir.