If I am righteous enough to stand at His side - [ hah, what a thought - ] and you aren't, then I'll jump into the Fade. I'm no Andraste. I choose my mortal husband.
[ Of course, of course, if the Maker exists, if it all happens the way the Chantry says it will, if there’s a chance at endless paradisiacal bliss, if it’s physically possible to leave, if it’s possible for two lost souls to find each other in the Void, if if if, and Byerly gives his eternal reward up for him, then Bastien’s wispy Fade-wandering ghost will read him the riot act. And then burst into relieved wispy ghost tears. And then read him a second, wetter riot act.
But that’s a lot of ifs. Right now, non-hypothetically, it’s the best thing By could have possibly said. Bastien says, ]
Oh,
[ calmly, like he’s been told a mildly interesting new fact, and he smiles because it’s funny, but his eyes have melted into gooey adoration. ]
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Cluck cluck.
[ Then, as a counter to the silliness: ]
Sometimes, a hand is taught that it's a fist. But it can open again, mon bien-aimé.
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His hand dance segues into traced figure eights. ]
It’s alright. It doesn’t eat at me the way it would eat at you.
[ It nips and nibbles, more and more than it used to. But he still outruns it, most of the time, when ghosts or well-meant compliments don’t trip him.
That might be the problem. But if the guilt ever really gets its teeth into him, it will do worse than dim a smile. ]
And if the Maker won’t have me, in the end, I’ll jump the fence and come find you anyway. You can hide me under your bed.
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But that’s a lot of ifs. Right now, non-hypothetically, it’s the best thing By could have possibly said. Bastien says, ]
Oh,
[ calmly, like he’s been told a mildly interesting new fact, and he smiles because it’s funny, but his eyes have melted into gooey adoration. ]
Alright.