[ Achilles isn't so oblivious that he hasn't noticed Chiron's discomfort. Eventually, as he turns to look at his teacher, he realizes his mistake and grows quiet.
He stops indulging the girls, though he continues to play. Eventually he does shoo them off, bluntly stating that he'd had enough and moves to stand and sit closer to his teacher. The lyre is left in his previous seat, along with his empty glass. ]
You haven't finished your wine. Have you grown tired? [ Tired in the sense that relates most to what they are. Being tired isn't a result of a lack of sleep, but a lack of mana or energy. His question holds implications that only they know of. ]
[Chiron's response is in Greek, preferring it and the nuances he knows best. His fingers haven't stopped moving on the instrument though, and he's been more interested in that than the wine for most of the evening.]
I've been perfectly fine looking after myself. You don't need to worry about that particular detail, nor should you.
[He pauses, then adds:] You also didn't need to ruin your own evening just to ask me a question.
[There's probably an art to phrasing this, but it isn't as if rhetoric was in Chiron's cirriculum.]
If you seek to treat me as an equal, then you cannot view me as a teacher in the here and now. The student and teacher relationship has a built in hierarchy to it, and thus certain restraints. I don't imagine that you would come and tell me of your long evenings with whomever you chose, nor would I do the same to you with relations regarding my wife. [It's a pretty graphic example, but the best one he can think of to illustrate the gap.] Equals would.
That's a reductive phrasing of it, but...in so many words, yes. There are ways to work within the power balance, but there will also always be some boundaries that are inappropriate to cross, I feel.
... He awkwardly... coughs, feeling a bit sheepish now. But he grins through it, though it's self-deprecating in nature. He scratches at his head, looking for words to say. ]
Does my interest in women make you uncomfortable, teacher?
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He stops indulging the girls, though he continues to play. Eventually he does shoo them off, bluntly stating that he'd had enough and moves to stand and sit closer to his teacher. The lyre is left in his previous seat, along with his empty glass. ]
You haven't finished your wine. Have you grown tired? [ Tired in the sense that relates most to what they are. Being tired isn't a result of a lack of sleep, but a lack of mana or energy. His question holds implications that only they know of. ]
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I've been perfectly fine looking after myself. You don't need to worry about that particular detail, nor should you.
[He pauses, then adds:] You also didn't need to ruin your own evening just to ask me a question.
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How could I enjoy myself when you're clearly not having fun? That'd be a dishonour. [ Honour... Everything is about hnooor. ]
I wonder how we should spend our time together, when we don't know how long we'll have. [ Now he's getting all angsty. ]
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[Maybe in being this drunk though.]
Do you intend to have that time spent together as friends, or as teacher and student?
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I want you to see me as an equal. I realize that's something I'll have to earn in due time.
But you'll always be my teacher, just as my father will always be my father and my mother will always be my mother.
[ Does that make sense? ]
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I see. It's...hard to fill both roles, which is why I ask.
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Are you disappointed in me, teacher?
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[There's probably an art to phrasing this, but it isn't as if rhetoric was in Chiron's cirriculum.]
If you seek to treat me as an equal, then you cannot view me as a teacher in the here and now. The student and teacher relationship has a built in hierarchy to it, and thus certain restraints. I don't imagine that you would come and tell me of your long evenings with whomever you chose, nor would I do the same to you with relations regarding my wife. [It's a pretty graphic example, but the best one he can think of to illustrate the gap.] Equals would.
And so that's why I ask for clarification.
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He just makes a face. Yes. The pouting one. ]
So... If you're teacher, then you cannot be my friend.
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That's a reductive phrasing of it, but...in so many words, yes. There are ways to work within the power balance, but there will also always be some boundaries that are inappropriate to cross, I feel.
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... He awkwardly... coughs, feeling a bit sheepish now. But he grins through it, though it's self-deprecating in nature. He scratches at his head, looking for words to say. ]
Does my interest in women make you uncomfortable, teacher?
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Have you ever considered I might be a little curious?
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I hope you're kidding.
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Well, it's not so strange when you're in this form. But... ah. How do I say this?
Maybe you were right about lines not being meant to cross.
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[But it is a ridiculous conversation, in the end. Chiron finally takes a drink of his wine, hiding the tiny smile on his face.]
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At this point, you'd have disciplined me.
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[ Sighing a little, he reclines against his seat and smiles. ] We shouldn't waste it, then.
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