A curse and a blessing, I suppose, to see that truth early.

[ after all, truth is in such short supply in orlais. she is ashamed, now, to have been so entirely crushed by something which now seems so small. what is young heartbreak compared to the brutally efficient murder of a kind and loving woman, close enough to see the life leave her. close enough to feel it splatter on her skin. lexie eyes the bottle, is briefly self-conscious about taking it up again after such a short time, but thinking about how she got here makes her remember how she got here and propriety seems like bullshit in its entirety so she reaches for it again in defiance.

then, after, bitterly: ]

And even then only blessing in that you then have fewer years to look back on in a sort of scornful wonder for their frivolity.