[That...sparks whatever irritation he had put down - and Sholmes, funny, cheerful, silly Sholmes, is suddenly rising his feet with a fury that spikes like a flame.]
Then next time, open your blasted mouth and tell us if you're guilty or not, instead of making us waste precious time on you that could have been used to save that boy!!
Because laying down and allowing everyone to pick you up and send you merrily to the gallows is some fabulous way of doing that? So once again, I ask, Mr. Turner! Were you ready to die? Or did you just give up? Why? Why would you do that?
[He's taking the man by the shoulders to shake him, once.]
Listen to yourself. There are people here who care for you. You might be ten, twenty, or ten thousand years in age. Do you think that matters? Do you think your death will set things right? Self-sacrifice isn't the answer, you dolt! Putting yourself on the train tracks isn't going to stop it from running over other people!
You can't...you can't be passive. Not now. Not when so much is at stake. Do you want to stop people from dying? Then put your money where your mouth is, my dear fellow. Fight. Fight with all your might. You're more than capable of that, I know.
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[He sighs.]
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What are you doing with it, then?
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It's calmin' me down.
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How?
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[But it just wanes at the answer. He stares for a moment, then casts his gaze down.]
I apologize. [For what? He doesn't say. His hand is shaking.] Special home wheat...it gives you comfort just by holding it?
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Not to mention Nero's own caginess.]
... Soothes my anxiety some 's all. Somethin' to focus on.
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[He looks back at him.]
Are you afraid of dying, Mr. Turner?
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What a question.
He doesn't seem to have an answer for himself.]
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If you had been voted for, would you have accepted it with open arms?
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Maybe I'd deserve it.
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I must ask. Did you kill Mr. Rosencrantz last week, Mr. Turner?
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No, I didn't. Anyone else you wanna accuse me of killin'?
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[His gaze is as hard as stone.]
But that is a relief. [...] I would not have wanted you to be.
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[Frustrated, angry.]
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Then next time, open your blasted mouth and tell us if you're guilty or not, instead of making us waste precious time on you that could have been used to save that boy!!
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Why would you even trust me!
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[He frowns.]
Because laying down and allowing everyone to pick you up and send you merrily to the gallows is some fabulous way of doing that? So once again, I ask, Mr. Turner! Were you ready to die? Or did you just give up? Why? Why would you do that?
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[He's taking the man by the shoulders to shake him, once.]
Listen to yourself. There are people here who care for you. You might be ten, twenty, or ten thousand years in age. Do you think that matters? Do you think your death will set things right? Self-sacrifice isn't the answer, you dolt! Putting yourself on the train tracks isn't going to stop it from running over other people!
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You can't...you can't be passive. Not now. Not when so much is at stake. Do you want to stop people from dying? Then put your money where your mouth is, my dear fellow. Fight. Fight with all your might. You're more than capable of that, I know.
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Fight, huh?
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Fight. There are people who depend on you, Mr. Turner. Do not doom them out of your own urges.
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