[He shifts his footing, enough so that he's standing next to the king, facing off at a distance. What he says next, he saying without thinking, in a clear, firm voice. His decision's been made; all that's left to do is go through with it.]
... I nearly starved to death when I was ten. [No pause, though he scrounges around for a cigarette in his breast pocket] Three shitty months on a rock in the middle of the ocean, waiting for a ship to save me, with only a small bag of food that lasted me a month in.
I was nothing but skin and bones when they finally rescued me. [A lot worse than you.]
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[He shifts his footing, enough so that he's standing next to the king, facing off at a distance. What he says next, he saying without thinking, in a clear, firm voice. His decision's been made; all that's left to do is go through with it.]
... I nearly starved to death when I was ten. [No pause, though he scrounges around for a cigarette in his breast pocket] Three shitty months on a rock in the middle of the ocean, waiting for a ship to save me, with only a small bag of food that lasted me a month in.
I was nothing but skin and bones when they finally rescued me. [A lot worse than you.]