[Edgard's face darkens and he drops the arrow in Bastien's hand. His face hardens and he doesn't look at him. Report him? He had thought Bastien was a friend, someone he could trust, and apparently Bastien just wants to report him. Edgard is stupid, he's always stupid and there's always a catch. He doesn't consider that there might be something alarming about what he's said or hasn't said, he just feels hurt and it's underlined with other hurts he's felt before. He responds sharply.]
What are you concerned about? That I make a habit of chopping off people's heads?
[He wants to cry and this makes him angrier and instead of going inward it goes outward at Bastien.]
Was ordered to. Told that I had to prove that I was a good little soldier, so I did it and then I decided to not be a good little soldier anymore.
So report that! Tell them I followed orders and killed an innocent man and then I deserted. Tell them that's why I don't follow orders anymore unless I know why I'm following them and they make sense to me.
[He doesn't add the questions that are always there: was he right? was he wrong? He shuts his mind to that and doesn't let it in. He folds his arms and looks Bastien in the eye now.]
If you're concerned I might report anything about you, wouldn't dream of it.
eek face, sorry mj
What are you concerned about? That I make a habit of chopping off people's heads?
[He wants to cry and this makes him angrier and instead of going inward it goes outward at Bastien.]
Was ordered to. Told that I had to prove that I was a good little soldier, so I did it and then I decided to not be a good little soldier anymore.
So report that! Tell them I followed orders and killed an innocent man and then I deserted. Tell them that's why I don't follow orders anymore unless I know why I'm following them and they make sense to me.
[He doesn't add the questions that are always there: was he right? was he wrong? He shuts his mind to that and doesn't let it in. He folds his arms and looks Bastien in the eye now.]
If you're concerned I might report anything about you, wouldn't dream of it.
[This is said with great resentment.]