[ a.) rational innocence over something there's no way anyone would peek on anyway has no place with this nutcase b.) at least someone would have to hack it vs someone having automatic access, William. ]
[There's some fussing off the periphery of the screen and then he picks up the documents that Severus fabricated and shows them to the lens. William had not apparently burned them.]
I think I might have misinterpreted the documents you sent. I believed you was arguing against science in-- generalities so I responded in kind, yeah, but upon a slightly less, um, haphazard and idiotic examination, failed to, uh, encompass the real extent of your meaning. [A beat.] Well that's my top theory, but I've got others if it's cold. There's a logical fallacy one after that, and then one where you might of inferred sarcasm when there wasn't any of that shit.
Well yes. I mean, [more shuffling off the edge of the screen.] Well I was also wondering how the existing records and scholarship on the subject of temporal manipulation could occur, given that, uh, the unbirthing seems to imply a closed circuit of effect. And manipulating time seems like it'd come in handy 'round here. But.
I mean, that topic seems a bit hard to broach if you're still fucked off, so--
You think I'm cross with you because you were being 'haphazard and idiotic', and that implying my observations about time travel can't be accurate will resolve that?
Where di, [William starts to ask, to the effect of: Where did you get that idea. How could you get the idea. Who would think that was the idea! But maybe he doesn't want to know, and he certainly doesn't want to seem like he's picking a fight, so,] No. Fuck no. I mean, if there's a wizardy way to observe temporal idiosyncrasies with that, um, this time-turner, then maybe it can be used on the Tranquility as well.
I mean unless the solution was to re-birth oneself, [he adds, his eyes darting off-screen again, in the direction that the scrolls were last seen. Almost distracted.] That sounds like rather a lot of work.
[ On the one hand, Severus is aware that burning bridges over petty offenses is bad form-- but on the other, William hasn't even fucking apologized. And now Severus is being asked about doing more work for arseholes who don't respect it. He imagines having to deal with this in person, staring with unimpressed intensity at all this stammering and fussing.
[An hour goes by-- maybe longer. Severus is, after all, a busy person whose business William tends not to presume he knows.]
Well if that was it then--
[Was it? Would Severus actually respond (non-respond) similarly if William was actually entirely off-base? William's best guess is that he wouldn't, but it's really only that: a guess.] I am sorry. I appreciate your work and your effort and your confidence. If it weren't that or you're not cross, [which is also a possibility, William imagines, glancing back over the series of texts received and imagining the extraordinarily busy wizard rolling his eyes at his neurotic imagination in between saving lives.] I'll keep trying to figure it out.
Cheers, professor. [He flips a wave at the camera and then disconnects.]
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[There's some fussing off the periphery of the screen and then he picks up the documents that Severus fabricated and shows them to the lens. William had not apparently burned them.]
I think I might have misinterpreted the documents you sent. I believed you was arguing against science in-- generalities so I responded in kind, yeah, but upon a slightly less, um, haphazard and idiotic examination, failed to, uh, encompass the real extent of your meaning. [A beat.] Well that's my top theory, but I've got others if it's cold. There's a logical fallacy one after that, and then one where you might of inferred sarcasm when there wasn't any of that shit.
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I mean, that topic seems a bit hard to broach if you're still fucked off, so--
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I mean unless the solution was to re-birth oneself, [he adds, his eyes darting off-screen again, in the direction that the scrolls were last seen. Almost distracted.] That sounds like rather a lot of work.
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Well if that was it then--
[Was it? Would Severus actually respond (non-respond) similarly if William was actually entirely off-base? William's best guess is that he wouldn't, but it's really only that: a guess.] I am sorry. I appreciate your work and your effort and your confidence. If it weren't that or you're not cross, [which is also a possibility, William imagines, glancing back over the series of texts received and imagining the extraordinarily busy wizard rolling his eyes at his neurotic imagination in between saving lives.] I'll keep trying to figure it out.
Cheers, professor. [He flips a wave at the camera and then disconnects.]