WHO: Bastien (so far) + Various WHAT: Catch-all! A diplomacy mission, a Fitcherless card game, more TBD. WHEN: mumbles WHERE: Various NOTES: This might transform into an actual open post if I get my shit together fast enough.
Bastien—who has been found standing in one of the courtyards, watching his dog make her rounds snuffling at every tree and bush and patch of grass—takes all of this in with a mild-mannered eyebrow raise.
This isn't the first time Bastien has responded to Edgard's bluster with calm and thrown him slightly. He takes another breath and closes his eyes, feeling shame at the words.
"Y-yes." He responds eyes still closed. Another breath and then they flick open. "Well--it's not the only thing. Messed up a lot. But, it's just--"
Momentary calm lost, he huffs through his teeth again. The dog starts at this, but Edgard carries on.
"They want me to just do things even if I don't understand them. Killed that Templar because I thought he was about to kill you. But, maybe you had it or maybe I was wrong. Don't know."
"I think you were," Bastien says simply, while Whiskey comes over to investigate the huffing man. Her face is covered in wrinkles that slide back when she lifts her snout to sniff his hands.
Bastien smiles at that. Just a little. There's no anger in it, his I think you were.
Minimal judgment, too: "We are all wrong sometimes. Sometimes in ways that get people killed. It is the price of what we do here, non? But when someone is asking you not to kill anyone, that is a time I think you should err on the side of trusting them, I think."
This fully deflates Edgard who frowns and looks down at Whiskey. He sits down and takes the dog's face in his hands, petting her as he thinks. He knew Bastien would agree he was wrong, but the confirmation of it sinks in his stomach all the same.
"Just reacted. Trust isn't what I thought about or--not trusting. Just everyone dying and my watching it all."
He shakes his head.
"Maybe everyone makes mistakes, but I make a lot of them. Again and again. In different ways."
Whiskey sighs in contentment. At least someone is.
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Post-Templar disaster, pre-current time ig, time is weird, let's ignore it
“Think I’m leaving.” He blusters, angrier than intended. He shuts his eyes, he’s not angry at Bastien.
“Thought ‘d come tell you. Think ‘d better go before I fuck something else up.” He takes another breath. He calms slightly.
“Flint said—“ He shakes his head. Didn’t have the stomach is what he said. It doesn’t really matter, but it echoes in his head all the same.
“’s no point, not certain I’m cut out for all this.” All this being Riftwatch, but also maybe his usefulness. “Wanted to help and I’m not.”
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"Because you killed that Templar?"
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"Y-yes." He responds eyes still closed. Another breath and then they flick open. "Well--it's not the only thing. Messed up a lot. But, it's just--"
Momentary calm lost, he huffs through his teeth again. The dog starts at this, but Edgard carries on.
"They want me to just do things even if I don't understand them. Killed that Templar because I thought he was about to kill you. But, maybe you had it or maybe I was wrong. Don't know."
He folds his arms.
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Bastien smiles at that. Just a little. There's no anger in it, his I think you were.
Minimal judgment, too: "We are all wrong sometimes. Sometimes in ways that get people killed. It is the price of what we do here, non? But when someone is asking you not to kill anyone, that is a time I think you should err on the side of trusting them, I think."
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"Just reacted. Trust isn't what I thought about or--not trusting. Just everyone dying and my watching it all."
He shakes his head.
"Maybe everyone makes mistakes, but I make a lot of them. Again and again. In different ways."
Whiskey sighs in contentment. At least someone is.