Perhaps it's ungenerous of Benedict to be so surprised at how easily, how normally, Vlast is making his way through Hightown. He definitely gets looked at more than the average person, which is the fate of any Qunari (or non-Qunari who looks like one), but somehow Benedict had had it in his head that there would be more stilted conversations, misunderstandings, general shenanigans.
It occurs to him that this isn't kind. That it is, in fact, extremely Altus of him, in that he somehow can never escape his worst impulses and cruelest thoughts, even when to do so is all that stands between him and loneliness. Here he goes again: the spiral.
He's deep in his head when they sit down, but he looks around, offering Vlast an odd, distracted little smile. "This is nice," he remarks, unable to keep from sounding impressed.
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Date: 2024-11-26 08:19 pm (UTC)It occurs to him that this isn't kind. That it is, in fact, extremely Altus of him, in that he somehow can never escape his worst impulses and cruelest thoughts, even when to do so is all that stands between him and loneliness. Here he goes again: the spiral.
He's deep in his head when they sit down, but he looks around, offering Vlast an odd, distracted little smile.
"This is nice," he remarks, unable to keep from sounding impressed.