You know, I've always considered this particular sentiment of yours to be redundant. As if anyone could possibly do more than they're able or as if the term isn't completely subjective.
It seems you're having a hard time following the rules of this game, so I'll reiterate. The answers are: yes, no, I don't know, and sometimes.
Some answers simply can't be divided neatly into those categories, especially not an answer not like this.
[Big Bro really wants to hear it aloud, doesn't he? (Or, at least, receive written confirmation.) He so craves to hear how this will tear his little Bro apart.
Sorry Bro.] It's a yes, a no, a sometimes, and an I don't know. When you organize a fight and you already know what's going to happen, do you put on the proper expression for those that didn't share your same knowledge? Do you force yourself to feel what you know you ought to be expected to feel?
[ No, he didn't think it'd be that easy. It hadn't stopped him from being frustrated, however. He also suspected a veiled demand for information would yield him something more than what seemed to him a pithy platitude. ]
You may only put forth one question at a time, Brother. Choose.
[ There's such a wry slither of a smirk across his face, grim. ]
I didn't intend those to be my questions, they were only hypothetical. [Weren't they supposed to be having a half-time bit when they'd announce what stakes they'd be playing for?
Oh, Brother.
Taneleer licks the meaty bit of his thumb and pushes his lower lip into this moistened part. A sort of makeshift icepack, a slightly stinging, self-soothing method.] What are you playing to gain from me, Brother?
Free answers? Taneleer, you know me better than that.
[ Not that he hadn't, perhaps, given a few things out anyway.
He rises out of his seat, moving to pick up the bowl, but he continues to keep the communicator on a feed that's as tied to his brain as Taneleer is, if more simply. ]
If I win, we'll be together during this next act. I'll come to Knowehere if I must.
[ The Grandmaster stares as the bowl he'd been carrying shatters brilliantly across the tile of their kitchen, spraying ceramic and dust everywhere. A shard knicks his bare ankle, revealing a slice of aqua and a single rivulet of the blood down the top of his foot. He inhales, but it's an effort to will the breath out of him again. ]
That isn't how bets work. Your approval or lack thereof is incidental.
[Reflexively, Taneleer's toes curl up. His legs intertwine at the ankles, soothing a pain that isn't there.] It would be dishonest to have you play for something that can't be guaranteed; I need to remain here, Brother, to do something that I must.
He shuts his eyes, kneading at his forehead and pinching the bridge of his nose. His injured foot taps its sandal-clad toes on the floor a few times, agitated. The shards and dust all bounce in time to it, seeping back towards him as if by a slow gravitational pull. ]
I can bring my own accommodations too. But is it really so close now you can't make a little excursion?
[This is the tricky bit of precognitive abilities. You get to take a peeksie at what’s to come, but your peeksie lacks a timestamp. Taneleer doesn’t know exactly when or how long he’ll have, before the inevitable should come to his doorstep, but the one thing that he knows for certain is that he can’t involve his Elder Brother with this.
The ancient resettles himself where he sits, shifting his weight into his chair and relying less on his own strength to support himself.] I don’t know. There, see that. I’m playing the game correctly now. [Albeit with a wordier answer, but this follows to the spirit of the rules more or less. Because they’re totally still playing.] Has Topaz gone somewhere you can’t reach her?
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It seems you're having a hard time following the rules of this game, so I'll reiterate. The answers are: yes, no, I don't know, and sometimes.
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[Big Bro really wants to hear it aloud, doesn't he? (Or, at least, receive written confirmation.) He so craves to hear how this will tear his little Bro apart.
Sorry Bro.] It's a yes, a no, a sometimes, and an I don't know. When you organize a fight and you already know what's going to happen, do you put on the proper expression for those that didn't share your same knowledge? Do you force yourself to feel what you know you ought to be expected to feel?
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You may only put forth one question at a time, Brother. Choose.
[ There's such a wry slither of a smirk across his face, grim. ]
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Oh, Brother.
Taneleer licks the meaty bit of his thumb and pushes his lower lip into this moistened part. A sort of makeshift icepack, a slightly stinging, self-soothing method.] What are you playing to gain from me, Brother?
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[ Not that he hadn't, perhaps, given a few things out anyway.
He rises out of his seat, moving to pick up the bowl, but he continues to keep the communicator on a feed that's as tied to his brain as Taneleer is, if more simply. ]
If I win, we'll be together during this next act. I'll come to Knowehere if I must.
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It's a childish wish, isn't it? It's children that want that which they hadn't tasted in so long.
It's children that want that which they must be denied.] You can't have me.
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That isn't how bets work. Your approval or lack thereof is incidental.
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[ Once he'd made some arrangements here, maybe.
He shuts his eyes, kneading at his forehead and pinching the bridge of his nose. His injured foot taps its sandal-clad toes on the floor a few times, agitated. The shards and dust all bounce in time to it, seeping back towards him as if by a slow gravitational pull. ]
I can bring my own accommodations too. But is it really so close now you can't make a little excursion?
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The ancient resettles himself where he sits, shifting his weight into his chair and relying less on his own strength to support himself.] I don’t know. There, see that. I’m playing the game correctly now. [Albeit with a wordier answer, but this follows to the spirit of the rules more or less. Because they’re totally still playing.] Has Topaz gone somewhere you can’t reach her?