[A poor attempt at a joke. He knows what he's asking. He had hoped that Bastien hadn't seen the dead bodies, but clearly not. Edgard doesn't look at Bastien and fiddles with his bow.]
Yes. No. Well--one of them.
[He breathes in and hold his bow close, disarmed without an arrow now. He runs his fingers along it, trying to stay steady.]
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[A poor attempt at a joke. He knows what he's asking. He had hoped that Bastien hadn't seen the dead bodies, but clearly not. Edgard doesn't look at Bastien and fiddles with his bow.]
Yes. No. Well--one of them.
[He breathes in and hold his bow close, disarmed without an arrow now. He runs his fingers along it, trying to stay steady.]