There's the anger. Of course: nothing pisses Jamil off more than Kalim sticking his fingers in his ears rather than accept reality.
"I do! It's not just me in the middle of this, in case you forgot!" This is Kalim's whole problem. He never has to consider the consequences of his impulses because he is never the one who has to endure them. "You think I want my parents to be ashamed of me? A dismissal is a stain on our whole family's reputation and that will be my fault. Except I won't be the one they punish for it!"
And that's probably enough to get his point across, but Jamil got to his feet in a fury at some point and he's kind of on a roll now. "And fine, say you dismiss me, then what? There's no replacement for me. I'm your bodyguard too, remember? Maybe you can figure how to put your socks on yourself but I keep you alive. No one knows you like I do. You're my responsibility and you can't just--just--give that away!"
Jamil breathes hard in the wake of his rant, his own words ringing in his ears--and then goes bright red as he processes what he just said. For once, though, he doesn't try to hide his embarrassment from view; instead he crosses his arms and looks Kalim dead in the eye, almost as if in defiance. He can't take the words back, so the only option left is to stand by them, as humiliating as they are.
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"I do! It's not just me in the middle of this, in case you forgot!" This is Kalim's whole problem. He never has to consider the consequences of his impulses because he is never the one who has to endure them. "You think I want my parents to be ashamed of me? A dismissal is a stain on our whole family's reputation and that will be my fault. Except I won't be the one they punish for it!"
And that's probably enough to get his point across, but Jamil got to his feet in a fury at some point and he's kind of on a roll now. "And fine, say you dismiss me, then what? There's no replacement for me. I'm your bodyguard too, remember? Maybe you can figure how to put your socks on yourself but I keep you alive. No one knows you like I do. You're my responsibility and you can't just--just--give that away!"
Jamil breathes hard in the wake of his rant, his own words ringing in his ears--and then goes bright red as he processes what he just said. For once, though, he doesn't try to hide his embarrassment from view; instead he crosses his arms and looks Kalim dead in the eye, almost as if in defiance. He can't take the words back, so the only option left is to stand by them, as humiliating as they are.