and chit chat chit chat, caspian is like, "i need a favor," but arthur is like, "are you kidding, i'm not helping a thief."
caspian says, "look, i'll cut you a deal."
"no," arthur snaps. "i'll cut YOU a deal. get the hell out of here right now and i won't call security. i don't associate with criminals."
he bristles. "i only became a thief because i had to be!"
"oh, that's rich! heir to the telmarine fortune, dean's list at harvard business school, and you found yourself backed into a corner where your only option was to cheat and recede into the underworld!"
"well," says caspian. "yes. exactly."
"get the fuck out of here."
"it was miraz," caspian blurts out. "it was my uncle."
"i don't want your excuses."
and caspian realizes he's taking the wrong strategy. arthur pendragon is not going to succumb to wheeling and dealing. arthur fancies himself an honest man, and there are few people business students who fancy themselves as such. it's always about cutting your losses and improving the profit line, but arthur was always that one kid in class who was like, "but what about the employees' rights?" caspian doesn't know whether to envy him or pity him sometimes. arthur and his clearly delineated world of right and wrong, and his clear sense of which side of the line to stand on.
caspian had this spiel in his head he had planned to give to arthur about how the pendragon foundation wouldn't be implicated at all, about how in the end it could help with publicity, and how to twist the story around to the media so that arthur can finagle some fundraising out of it. none of that's going to work on arthur though, so instead he says, "miraz killed my father."
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caspian says, "look, i'll cut you a deal."
"no," arthur snaps. "i'll cut YOU a deal. get the hell out of here right now and i won't call security. i don't associate with criminals."
he bristles. "i only became a thief because i had to be!"
"oh, that's rich! heir to the telmarine fortune, dean's list at harvard business school, and you found yourself backed into a corner where your only option was to cheat and recede into the underworld!"
"well," says caspian. "yes. exactly."
"get the fuck out of here."
"it was miraz," caspian blurts out. "it was my uncle."
"i don't want your excuses."
and caspian realizes he's taking the wrong strategy. arthur pendragon is not going to succumb to wheeling and dealing. arthur fancies himself an honest man, and there are few people business students who fancy themselves as such. it's always about cutting your losses and improving the profit line, but arthur was always that one kid in class who was like, "but what about the employees' rights?" caspian doesn't know whether to envy him or pity him sometimes. arthur and his clearly delineated world of right and wrong, and his clear sense of which side of the line to stand on.
caspian had this spiel in his head he had planned to give to arthur about how the pendragon foundation wouldn't be implicated at all, about how in the end it could help with publicity, and how to twist the story around to the media so that arthur can finagle some fundraising out of it. none of that's going to work on arthur though, so instead he says, "miraz killed my father."