[ What he's doing—what he's been doing since he was fourteen, when he sold himself to a bardmaster for the ability to sleep in a bed and read books, then spent years being strenuously and violently trained to walk and talk and dress and dance and eat and fuck and smile in a way Orlais' upper echelon would find acceptable and perhaps even charming—
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Don't remember. Wouldn't have ever seen 'm. 'spect my father did, maybe. Why?
Who sent you an invitation?
[wild change of subject back to the party.]
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The Baroness de Martigny. She is an old friend.
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yeah? Well 'm friends with--
[Oh no, does he know anyone impressive? Think, Edgard, Think.]
Sunbeam
[Quick, move on.]
Could've told your friend to invite your friends
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[ apologetically, ]
I assumed you wouldn't enjoy it anyway.
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Why're people strange to me?
[He's asking more than why he isn't invited to fancy parties, but not being invited to fancy parties is certainly part of it.]
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Well—
I think you are fine the way you are, Edgard. And you should live your life the way you want, and it doesn't matter if other people don't like it.
But if it bothers you very much,
[ as gently as he can manage, which is very gently, ]
cleaning up a little might make a difference.
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[ Both of which are better than Bastien, actually, but— ]
But, you know, fuck them.
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Bastien. You're right. Fuck them!
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Of course I am right.
[ What he's doing—what he's been doing since he was fourteen, when he sold himself to a bardmaster for the ability to sleep in a bed and read books, then spent years being strenuously and violently trained to walk and talk and dress and dance and eat and fuck and smile in a way Orlais' upper echelon would find acceptable and perhaps even charming—
It is not exactly fucking them.
But he aspires. ]