If there is any grumbling from McCoy's corner, well, he figures it's a little deserved. "Right, right. And I get where you're coming from, J...your majesty, but from our side, it's gonna be impossible to prove anybody's assumptions wrong other than t'say: Hey, I don't know him or her."
Which puts them in a damned bad spot. "If the assassins were still alive, well...that'd be different."
But someone in the room had seen fit to roast them alive.
Shonagon frowns. "Certainly it looks exceptional, but shouldn't conspirators make an effort to look less conspicuous? It seems to me that such an unusual event would draw a risky amount of attention to any plan."
Neither of these arguments particularly move him. McCoy gets an eyebrow with respect to his subtle quip, and Shonagon receives a patient, resigned sigh.
"Then we are at an impasse. You said you were not interested in getting "mixed you" in this matters, but it appears you cannot be extricated from them."
He sits back against his chair, examining them both carefully.
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Which puts them in a damned bad spot. "If the assassins were still alive, well...that'd be different."
But someone in the room had seen fit to roast them alive.
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"Then we are at an impasse. You said you were not interested in getting "mixed you" in this matters, but it appears you cannot be extricated from them."
He sits back against his chair, examining them both carefully.
"Something will have to be done."