There are many things that she could say, that she doesn't. Of the origins of idealism, of all the reasons that you find to shed it. She has been a knight near twenty-five years in the Chantry's political center, she has risen without blood or connections; she has done things that to any other purpose, she would name reprehensible.
Sentiment has been a liability. A vulnerability to go unexpressed. You don't kill a child, and go home and feel good about your choices. You don't weep, when you know that you'd do it again.
(You don't survive an Annulment and accord any easy respect to rank.)
Instead: "Emile Courwin," Le limier originale. "A good man."
And rotting out of his fucking skull for it. She shakes her head.
"We have spoken — the immediate matter has been seen to. However, it would be prudent to establish some rapport. I should not be averse to a shared discussion."
If nothing else, it may show her a little of how they both react under pressure.
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There are many things that she could say, that she doesn't. Of the origins of idealism, of all the reasons that you find to shed it. She has been a knight near twenty-five years in the Chantry's political center, she has risen without blood or connections; she has done things that to any other purpose, she would name reprehensible.
Sentiment has been a liability. A vulnerability to go unexpressed. You don't kill a child, and go home and feel good about your choices. You don't weep, when you know that you'd do it again.
(You don't survive an Annulment and accord any easy respect to rank.)
Instead: "Emile Courwin," Le limier originale. "A good man."
And rotting out of his fucking skull for it. She shakes her head.
"We have spoken — the immediate matter has been seen to. However, it would be prudent to establish some rapport. I should not be averse to a shared discussion."
If nothing else, it may show her a little of how they both react under pressure.