Because it’s true? Apology softens doubt in the furrow of his brow.
“Alright.”
There’s a disconnect to the way he watches her fret, another chewed up baby bird left on his stoop by the Gallows, or Thedas, or the more general circle of suffering that comprises mortal existence. Sometimes the kind thing is to stomp on them. It’s just that his feet are as heavy as the rest of him, reluctant to strike out.
“I only mean that we were pulled here to help.”
He still has the cloak, and steps to offer it out to her, knuckles bone white in the fur.
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Date: 2022-02-13 09:27 pm (UTC)“Alright.”
There’s a disconnect to the way he watches her fret, another chewed up baby bird left on his stoop by the Gallows, or Thedas, or the more general circle of suffering that comprises mortal existence. Sometimes the kind thing is to stomp on them. It’s just that his feet are as heavy as the rest of him, reluctant to strike out.
“I only mean that we were pulled here to help.”
He still has the cloak, and steps to offer it out to her, knuckles bone white in the fur.
“And we know that he was hellbent on helping.”