[ Bastien smiles up at the dark ceiling. It’s an odd, faint smile. He’s not happy. But he’s relieved. If it’s going to happen—if it has to—there’s only one person he might trust to guard Byerly’s life as fiercely as he would, and she’s currently without full use of her arm.
Anyway, if the final plan is bad, if it’s too risky, he’s more confident Byerly will balk this way, when it puts Bastien at risk, too, instead of only him. ]
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[ Bastien smiles up at the dark ceiling. It’s an odd, faint smile. He’s not happy. But he’s relieved. If it’s going to happen—if it has to—there’s only one person he might trust to guard Byerly’s life as fiercely as he would, and she’s currently without full use of her arm.
Anyway, if the final plan is bad, if it’s too risky, he’s more confident Byerly will balk this way, when it puts Bastien at risk, too, instead of only him. ]
Alright. Beside you. I hate that less.