[ The noise Bastien makes is a cross between a hiss and a laugh. ]
Don't you pander to me.
[ He pinches with his knuckles again. Byerly's nose, this time. ]
All of the rifters are stuck with the mages now whether they like it or not. That will be the Chantry's error, I think, in the end.
[ But that's all the argument he's going to make, after the day Byerly has had, on behalf of someone who's never taken the slightest interest in him. Not something he actively minds, or he'd have to mind nearly everyone he knows, but she lacks the handful of points Derrica acquired through the unusual action of seeming to give a damn what he thought about something, once or twice—and saving his life, that too—and so Bastien won't subject Byerly to his habit of sort of liking everyone, more inclined to figure them out than to write them off, when he's been so recently close to tears. Maybe another day.
He wiggles his legs to make remaining lying on them unpleasant. ]
no subject
Don't you pander to me.
[ He pinches with his knuckles again. Byerly's nose, this time. ]
All of the rifters are stuck with the mages now whether they like it or not. That will be the Chantry's error, I think, in the end.
[ But that's all the argument he's going to make, after the day Byerly has had, on behalf of someone who's never taken the slightest interest in him. Not something he actively minds, or he'd have to mind nearly everyone he knows, but she lacks the handful of points Derrica acquired through the unusual action of seeming to give a damn what he thought about something, once or twice—and saving his life, that too—and so Bastien won't subject Byerly to his habit of sort of liking everyone, more inclined to figure them out than to write them off, when he's been so recently close to tears. Maybe another day.
He wiggles his legs to make remaining lying on them unpleasant. ]
Get up. We're going ashore.