Bastien turns his cup in a circle on the table while he listens, then shakes his head, eyebrows raising slightly: an expression that means something between nothing and I don't know.
"I said it was brave for you to come," he recounts, "and you said you should have been braver sooner. I wanted to know what changed. Why you came when you did. Why here."
He hadn't expected it to be a particularly complicated question. A difficult or personal one, perhaps, if Derrica was spurred to come by some tragedy she didn't want to talk about, but not a complicated one.
After a moment, he offers, "I came after they invaded Orlais. I have never wanted to fight in a war. I, uh—when the Empress and her cousin were having their spat, I faked a limp for nearly a year to make sure no one tried to conscript me. But Corypheus, you know. It is not a question of which overgrown inbred child is sitting in which fancy chair, if he wins. It could be everything. So I came."
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"I said it was brave for you to come," he recounts, "and you said you should have been braver sooner. I wanted to know what changed. Why you came when you did. Why here."
He hadn't expected it to be a particularly complicated question. A difficult or personal one, perhaps, if Derrica was spurred to come by some tragedy she didn't want to talk about, but not a complicated one.
After a moment, he offers, "I came after they invaded Orlais. I have never wanted to fight in a war. I, uh—when the Empress and her cousin were having their spat, I faked a limp for nearly a year to make sure no one tried to conscript me. But Corypheus, you know. It is not a question of which overgrown inbred child is sitting in which fancy chair, if he wins. It could be everything. So I came."