[ is this when the truth comes out? it appears so. she pulls back to look at him, really look at him, with the ugly splotchy-faced dampness of someone on the verge of tears ]
I have nothing else but what I hold onto. My college is burned and I am expelled—I am forbidden from Waterdeep's libraries. My observatory burned, my life's work burned with it, and I am out of money and out of time! I am being evicted, at home. One week left. And for everything Eunoia and Selcouth Vaux have done, for how sinuously and cleverly they plucked what they wished from my life and burned away everything else, it will amount to nothing, because they are too stupid to do anything more with what they thieved from me. They will never break open Weave. They do not see it how I see it, and so they will enjoy their soirees for now, praised for ingenuity that was never theirs, and soon their peers will realize it, but I will never be Scribe! I will never be Scribe!
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I have nothing else but what I hold onto. My college is burned and I am expelled—I am forbidden from Waterdeep's libraries. My observatory burned, my life's work burned with it, and I am out of money and out of time! I am being evicted, at home. One week left. And for everything Eunoia and Selcouth Vaux have done, for how sinuously and cleverly they plucked what they wished from my life and burned away everything else, it will amount to nothing, because they are too stupid to do anything more with what they thieved from me. They will never break open Weave. They do not see it how I see it, and so they will enjoy their soirees for now, praised for ingenuity that was never theirs, and soon their peers will realize it, but I will never be Scribe! I will never be Scribe!