[ Bastien knowing something about running away. About clawing one’s way out of somewhere dark and cramped, determined to know and to do more, no matter what has to be left behind in the escape.
His already-genuine interest becomes a little stronger, a little more admiring, and a little gentler. Worth it doesn’t mean it isn’t hard. ]
I’m sorry. But we are very lucky to have you.
[ He bends to look at some instrument or another, but he doesn’t touch it. ]
Would you still rather work with the dead than the living, if you could?
I don't need apologies. Things have been quite grand for me here.
[ Sidony puts the book down, resting her hands over it as she turns to look up at Bastien, hesitant. ]
I'm not certain any longer. I enjoy my work here, and the benefits have been rather wonderful. I'm glad to know that I am able to be of use, that I am able to help people.
Clouds always dissipate. Even in [ grey stormy terrible ] Kirkwall.
[ His shoulders and feet shift a little, the awkward sign of not being quite sure what to do with oneself next. The gesture looks genuine and mindless—and though it isn't, because Bastien never unconsciously fidgets, he doesn't mean it to be any more duplicitous than a wave goodbye would be. ]
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His already-genuine interest becomes a little stronger, a little more admiring, and a little gentler. Worth it doesn’t mean it isn’t hard. ]
I’m sorry. But we are very lucky to have you.
[ He bends to look at some instrument or another, but he doesn’t touch it. ]
Would you still rather work with the dead than the living, if you could?
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[ Sidony puts the book down, resting her hands over it as she turns to look up at Bastien, hesitant. ]
I'm not certain any longer. I enjoy my work here, and the benefits have been rather wonderful. I'm glad to know that I am able to be of use, that I am able to help people.
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I suppose it is not as respectable as being a Venatori in Nevarra—but we aren’t half as disreputable as we were when we started, are we?
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[ It's meant at a joke in poor taste, but she shakes her head. ]
I think we are all managing as best we can, especially those of us with histories to cloud us.
how many times am I going to write Venatori when I mean Mortalitasi
[ His shoulders and feet shift a little, the awkward sign of not being quite sure what to do with oneself next. The gesture looks genuine and mindless—and though it isn't, because Bastien never unconsciously fidgets, he doesn't mean it to be any more duplicitous than a wave goodbye would be. ]
I will let you get back to work. Thank you again.