Reaper of Rishiri

[Annis]

He stood his ground, so at best Claire's efforts to get him to move would only result in minor twists of his torso. The Captain seemed entirely dead set on staying in his post and simply would not budge. "I appreciate your concern, Duchess. I do. A servant can only hope to have the genuine attention of their superiors. But I have to refuse." His tone defaulted back to being stern and seemingly rehearsed.

There was a moment of silence in which he seemed to think, looking away as if to look at something even though he'd see nothing and then looking back in Claire's general direction. "I'd rather die on my feet than on a table. The thing I will absolutely never do is abandon my post in a time like this, when the ship could fall apart from a stray sneeze. No, we didn't come this far for that. And even if it does end here, it ends with me in my post. It's what Father would want." When it was put like that it seemed like there was very little which could be said or done to convince him otherwise.

His body language and conduct seemed to suggest that he viewed the avenue of conversation regarding the medical bay concluded. This was reinforced by a change of topic as if his stance on things was final. "I don't trust these people we're linking up with. They're much too brash and ignorant to be the same men I served with under in the King's navy. Experience tells me this is a case of despotic military rule. The kind of people who would care little for someone like you and our values and obligations. Do you trust these people?" He had no trouble operating the table and pulling up the ships NavMap, the problem was that he couldn't see how many way points they had left until their destination was reached. He was hoping Claire would do him the favor of reading the information currently available.