[ If Bastien were trying to play Edgard, he might cower a little at his tone. Take a step away. Crumple his own face with hurt. The fellow is sensitive, empathetic—he might be sorry.
But he isn't trying to play him, so Bastien doesn't disguise his unflappable absence of hurt or alarm at the response. He only tilts his head, face still, eyes thoughtful with a touch of regret, while Edgard explains. ]
They know about me.
[ He doesn't smile, because Edgard is so miserable, but there's a self-deprecating sort of twist to his mouth for a moment, for a private thought. ]
I'm sorry that happened to you. And to him. None of it should have—the whole war. It was bullshit.
[Bastien's lack of a reaction catches Edgard off guard. He expected yelling and dramatics, but instead Bastien looks at him. Edgard is still red faced and angry and in the calm, he releases a breath feeling strange and more stupid than he did initially. He nods tersely.]
Bullshit. [He spits and it's unclear whether it's an agreement or indictment, but it's quieter than before.]
So, they know. Wouldn't have reported if they didn't.
[The last bits of anger sputters out and Edgard squats down to grab the dropped arrow and stays down.]
Maybe that's wrong. How should I know what's right? It doesn't matter, it's always wrong. It's bullshit.
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[ Bastien inclines his head, when Edgard doesn't pop back up to standing. But after a moment he squats down, too, and tips forward onto his knees in front of him. ]
Some things are right.
[ He puts a hand on Edgard's shoulder. He is drifting, slowly, toward hugging him. Eventually. After a few silent vibe checks to see if he's allowed. The hand on the shoulder is the first one. ]
They have been hard for me to find, too, but I think this is one of them. Riftwatch.
[Edgard isn't used to this. Generally, his temper breaks what his mistakes do not. He flinches initially at the hand on his shoulder, but he doesn't move away.]
Hope so. [His tone is quieter now.] Trying to make up for-- [He shrugs and scoots a little closer to Bastien and then looks him in the eye and speaks directly.]
Not going to hurt anyone...innocent like that again. Not on purpose. Hope not on accident either but--
[But who can say what will happen? Edgard doesn't trust his own judgement and why should anyone else? He feels a wave rising and he takes a deep breath, pushing it down and away.]
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forgot to say you SHOULD BE :,( (jk)
But he isn't trying to play him, so Bastien doesn't disguise his unflappable absence of hurt or alarm at the response. He only tilts his head, face still, eyes thoughtful with a touch of regret, while Edgard explains. ]
They know about me.
[ He doesn't smile, because Edgard is so miserable, but there's a self-deprecating sort of twist to his mouth for a moment, for a private thought. ]
I'm sorry that happened to you. And to him. None of it should have—the whole war. It was bullshit.
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Bullshit. [He spits and it's unclear whether it's an agreement or indictment, but it's quieter than before.]
So, they know. Wouldn't have reported if they didn't.
[The last bits of anger sputters out and Edgard squats down to grab the dropped arrow and stays down.]
Maybe that's wrong. How should I know what's right? It doesn't matter, it's always wrong. It's bullshit.
no subject
Some things are right.
[ He puts a hand on Edgard's shoulder. He is drifting, slowly, toward hugging him. Eventually. After a few silent vibe checks to see if he's allowed. The hand on the shoulder is the first one. ]
They have been hard for me to find, too, but I think this is one of them. Riftwatch.
hand to heart
Hope so. [His tone is quieter now.] Trying to make up for-- [He shrugs and scoots a little closer to Bastien and then looks him in the eye and speaks directly.]
Not going to hurt anyone...innocent like that again. Not on purpose. Hope not on accident either but--
[But who can say what will happen? Edgard doesn't trust his own judgement and why should anyone else? He feels a wave rising and he takes a deep breath, pushing it down and away.]