[ In the silence, he'd laid himself back down in bed, and closed his eyes to mere slits, and watched her as though asleep as she tended to her curls. He hadn't been able to suppress his thoughts, either. And his thoughts had trended in the same direction. He'd thought of his vision of himself if he'd never come to Riftwatch: impossibly careless with her and with Bastien both. Utterly indifferent to their needs, to their desires - perfectly willing to throw them both to the dogs. And for nothing more than duty.
And his dream of the future - perhaps that was a bit less harsh, in truth. But it was the same thing there, was it not? He remembers - Lexie come down from the north, Bastien improbably returned from death, and what does he do? He goes off on some mission. He leaves them behind.
Is that what he's like? Is he so rough to them? So indifferent?
When she comes, he half expects condemnation from her. That apology is a surprise. He takes a moment to even comprehend what she's apologizing for before opening his eyes fully and saying, with practical bluntness - ]
I hardly think a close association with Rolant counted as nothing.
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And his dream of the future - perhaps that was a bit less harsh, in truth. But it was the same thing there, was it not? He remembers - Lexie come down from the north, Bastien improbably returned from death, and what does he do? He goes off on some mission. He leaves them behind.
Is that what he's like? Is he so rough to them? So indifferent?
When she comes, he half expects condemnation from her. That apology is a surprise. He takes a moment to even comprehend what she's apologizing for before opening his eyes fully and saying, with practical bluntness - ]
I hardly think a close association with Rolant counted as nothing.