That he was an arse, a prettyboy, somewhere along the way between shoving at him and calling herself a monster.
Still, despite his meager lack of confession, the simple truth that he realizes in this moment is that there is no point to dredging this up: much as he wants to understand why she’d drawn into herself in a panic— why she lashed out in the first place— there is too little he can divulge that isn’t part of biased, blurry (infuriated, even) hindsight.
In the end, to press farther would only result in this becoming the equivalent of petulant whinging...and he refuses to stoop so low.
“It is unimportant.” Offered as an abrupt dismissal, his attention drifting instead towards Benedict’s chosen nest of pillows.
“Did you officially report on your success in Orlais?”
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Date: 2021-04-17 01:54 am (UTC)That he was an arse, a prettyboy, somewhere along the way between shoving at him and calling herself a monster.
Still, despite his meager lack of confession, the simple truth that he realizes in this moment is that there is no point to dredging this up: much as he wants to understand why she’d drawn into herself in a panic— why she lashed out in the first place— there is too little he can divulge that isn’t part of biased, blurry (infuriated, even) hindsight.
In the end, to press farther would only result in this becoming the equivalent of petulant whinging...and he refuses to stoop so low.
“It is unimportant.” Offered as an abrupt dismissal, his attention drifting instead towards Benedict’s chosen nest of pillows.
“Did you officially report on your success in Orlais?”