[He glances up at the voice, just long enough to confirm its source, before his gaze darts back to his shoes. He knows he's pathetic, and he expects to be kicked and told to get off the floor because that is what Augustine would do if he had the nerve to ask him for help.]
...don't have a backup, don't have blackmail, I'm gonna get fucking caught and I can't- I'm not doing that...
[He had already been mumbling to himself, the only thing he can do is raise his voice just enough for Ivar to hear.]
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...don't have a backup, don't have blackmail, I'm gonna get fucking caught and I can't- I'm not doing that...
[He had already been mumbling to himself, the only thing he can do is raise his voice just enough for Ivar to hear.]