All the night's eating and drinking are seeming a mistake now, because with this new revelation Bene feels he may lose everything in his stomach. He hadn't thought of it that way. He hadn't thought she could be so cruel, at least not to him. Perhaps he knows his mother far less than he thought.
He sits and stares at Hanzo for a time, the nausea and horror showing on his face; will he really have to make this choice? The more he thinks about it, the more the pieces connect. It's classic Calpurnia, really.
"I... was apprenticing with Atticus Vedici," he answers, distracted, almost in afterthought, "he took up with some Venatori and we were all taken. I don't know by whom. Inquisition soldiers." He folds his arms over his stomach, curling slightly on the pillow. "He's at Skyhold now. Wheedled his way out and left me here to rot." There's hardly any hatred left when he says the familiar words, tells the story he's told so many times. It's small potatoes compared to what's going on now.
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Perhaps he knows his mother far less than he thought.
He sits and stares at Hanzo for a time, the nausea and horror showing on his face; will he really have to make this choice? The more he thinks about it, the more the pieces connect. It's classic Calpurnia, really.
"I... was apprenticing with Atticus Vedici," he answers, distracted, almost in afterthought, "he took up with some Venatori and we were all taken. I don't know by whom. Inquisition soldiers." He folds his arms over his stomach, curling slightly on the pillow. "He's at Skyhold now. Wheedled his way out and left me here to rot." There's hardly any hatred left when he says the familiar words, tells the story he's told so many times. It's small potatoes compared to what's going on now.