His tone isn't dismissive; his eyes are sympathetic. Anyone would want that, if they have someone to care about in the first place. For a moment longer he's quiet, scratching the tip of his tongue thoughtfully against his front teeth inside his closed mouth.
"There's one."
Their nearly-sick neighbor has acquired a new drink. Bastien hasn't looked back at him; it's peripheral awareness.
Less wryly: "The thing is, I don't think discord with our," what, silently, and counting on his fingers, "three? Three Templars. Three Templars who have come here, to help us, when they could be with the Chantry instead. I don't think that will keep anyone safe. That is where I stop following, I think."
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His tone isn't dismissive; his eyes are sympathetic. Anyone would want that, if they have someone to care about in the first place. For a moment longer he's quiet, scratching the tip of his tongue thoughtfully against his front teeth inside his closed mouth.
"There's one."
Their nearly-sick neighbor has acquired a new drink. Bastien hasn't looked back at him; it's peripheral awareness.
Less wryly: "The thing is, I don't think discord with our," what, silently, and counting on his fingers, "three? Three Templars. Three Templars who have come here, to help us, when they could be with the Chantry instead. I don't think that will keep anyone safe. That is where I stop following, I think."