Iorveth spends practically all of this meeting silent, thus far, for a handful of reasons. Primarily, that he was brought here mostly as a pet to someone more important, and secondarily, as an executioner if needed. The latter he takes much less offense to than the former, but neither one would be considered part of this debate.
Thirdly, because Commander Coupe over there keeps shooting him narrow eyed glances, and if the Fade didn't do enough to convince him she despises him either for stabbing her message board, or for fucking her friends, this certain does (By the way, fuck you, Lakshmi, for outing them to all of these people while asking him to keep your secrets with the same breath). They've had no interaction otherwise. Whether she just wants him to drop dead every second she sees him, or she truly doesn't trust him to keep his fucking mouth shut, aside from keeping all of Thranduil's secrets thus far (for losing an eye over the keeping of his own), then anything that comes out of his mouth now will only upset Lakshmi's fate further.
That said, he had given her a small, barely there nod, when Lakshmi first mentioned his presence as a means to a swift and certain end. If she requests it, he'll do it. At the same time, should Thranduil signal for it, Iorveth will gladly put an arrow between her eyes and be done with it, just as well as he'll take any consequences it begs, because that is devotion and loyalty to him. 'Pet', indeed. But that would be a rash waste of a resource and a point of leverage, and he knows the man too well to expect him to make such a choice.
It isn't until the woman's having to defend her choice of death that he gets annoyed enough by these pissy, bickering fools to speak up from where he is in the back of the room, patiently leaned against a wall with arms crossed over his chest.
"If self-immolation is the way of her people, give her that much respect. At least some of you here should know better." Looking at you, Beleth. And you, Thranduil. A culture is the soul of a person, for many. Denying it is a heinous thing. Being so far from the Aen Seidhe has been the single most difficult thing for Iorveth to stomach in this world, war and battles and pain included. "Denying basic death rites is a war crime done by savages and barbarians."
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Thirdly, because Commander Coupe over there keeps shooting him narrow eyed glances, and if the Fade didn't do enough to convince him she despises him either for stabbing her message board, or for fucking her friends, this certain does (By the way, fuck you, Lakshmi, for outing them to all of these people while asking him to keep your secrets with the same breath). They've had no interaction otherwise. Whether she just wants him to drop dead every second she sees him, or she truly doesn't trust him to keep his fucking mouth shut, aside from keeping all of Thranduil's secrets thus far (for losing an eye over the keeping of his own), then anything that comes out of his mouth now will only upset Lakshmi's fate further.
That said, he had given her a small, barely there nod, when Lakshmi first mentioned his presence as a means to a swift and certain end. If she requests it, he'll do it. At the same time, should Thranduil signal for it, Iorveth will gladly put an arrow between her eyes and be done with it, just as well as he'll take any consequences it begs, because that is devotion and loyalty to him. 'Pet', indeed. But that would be a rash waste of a resource and a point of leverage, and he knows the man too well to expect him to make such a choice.
It isn't until the woman's having to defend her choice of death that he gets annoyed enough by these pissy, bickering fools to speak up from where he is in the back of the room, patiently leaned against a wall with arms crossed over his chest.
"If self-immolation is the way of her people, give her that much respect. At least some of you here should know better." Looking at you, Beleth. And you, Thranduil. A culture is the soul of a person, for many. Denying it is a heinous thing. Being so far from the Aen Seidhe has been the single most difficult thing for Iorveth to stomach in this world, war and battles and pain included. "Denying basic death rites is a war crime done by savages and barbarians."