Strange pauses; he really is tremendously bad at the whole emotional part of this. Not just your own country and mentor in bed with the enemy, but your own mother: he doesn’t have the right words to offer, and doesn’t even want to try. But what he does do is drain the rest of his now-comfortably-melted wine, refills it, and then holds the cup out to Benedict. Seems the Personnel Officer needs a drink far more than the Head Healer.
“Well, shit,” he says. He instinctively assumes Benedict must not have turned spy, because that sounds like another trip to the cells and surely they wouldn’t let him go a second time, after that —
But you know what they say about assuming. So instead he asks: “What’d you wind up doing?”
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Strange pauses; he really is tremendously bad at the whole emotional part of this. Not just your own country and mentor in bed with the enemy, but your own mother: he doesn’t have the right words to offer, and doesn’t even want to try. But what he does do is drain the rest of his now-comfortably-melted wine, refills it, and then holds the cup out to Benedict. Seems the Personnel Officer needs a drink far more than the Head Healer.
“Well, shit,” he says. He instinctively assumes Benedict must not have turned spy, because that sounds like another trip to the cells and surely they wouldn’t let him go a second time, after that —
But you know what they say about assuming. So instead he asks: “What’d you wind up doing?”