[Ademnet stares past Mlynar, trying to pregame some watery eyes. He's not actually sure how prone he is to crying--not very, he fears--but somebody has to pull this off, and it's better to be him. Mlynar's life involves feuding with nobles and helping people who need it; Ademnet has nothing to go home to but a noose. The disposable one of the two of them should be the one to run any risks. However hesitant Mlynar might be to admit it, surely he's reached that conclusion, too.
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Ademnet nods, still unblinking.]
Make it count.