Benedict watches Kit for a moment, and then his eyes look away, going distant as he thinks.
"He's always been a twat," he considers, "my mother apprenticed me to him because my father doesn't have time, and Vedici seemed a respectable enough sort. We weren't even supposed to leave Tevinter, but he kept pulling us southward."
Scowling, Bene hugs himself. "...when we were apprehended, he let the Inquisition kill all our men. He didn't lift a finger to stop them. I think he wanted to be caught." This is what he's been saying for weeks, fat lot of good it did.
"He wants something. Out of this. Out of that blonde woman maybe. He got angry with me for speaking against it."