[Were Barnabas truly capable of feeling satisfaction, he might have felt a slight thrum of it with Till's compliance. He ever has had a way of wearing down the temperamental and the unruly. It is, after all, his own role in the grand scheme of things.
A young human is nothing compared to wrangling Dominants and Eikons, after all.]
As stated: what measure of our worth is taken is not always obvious. What our warden is like to gather from this is not our culinary prowess, but something else entirely. It is not quite a matter of doing well, for that would be too simple.
[Willingness to comply, effort put forth towards the task, subservience, and so forth. Barnabas is well aware of the ambiguity of such measurements, that these things are hardly ever so straight forward. His own willingness to guide others towards compliance likewise is fueled by this awareness of the possible abstract nature of the measure.
Still, that does not answer his question about what will happen if he is to fail, and Barnabas seems content to let it stay unanswered. Or, at least, he makes no further effort to answer it.
As such, Barnabas then begins to walk to his own station, each step precise and measured, light and deliberate. He looks over the implements and taking stock of it all with distant interest. He is not...greatly familiar with these modern appliances, but he is more familiar than he was moons ago...]
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A young human is nothing compared to wrangling Dominants and Eikons, after all.]
As stated: what measure of our worth is taken is not always obvious. What our warden is like to gather from this is not our culinary prowess, but something else entirely. It is not quite a matter of doing well, for that would be too simple.
[Willingness to comply, effort put forth towards the task, subservience, and so forth. Barnabas is well aware of the ambiguity of such measurements, that these things are hardly ever so straight forward. His own willingness to guide others towards compliance likewise is fueled by this awareness of the possible abstract nature of the measure.
Still, that does not answer his question about what will happen if he is to fail, and Barnabas seems content to let it stay unanswered. Or, at least, he makes no further effort to answer it.
As such, Barnabas then begins to walk to his own station, each step precise and measured, light and deliberate. He looks over the implements and taking stock of it all with distant interest. He is not...greatly familiar with these modern appliances, but he is more familiar than he was moons ago...]