[ She's mentioned Jacques. Not much, but enough for Bastien not to be surprised that he existed and that he was hers and to focus more on the rest of it, watching her with a sympathetic furrow between his eyebrows as she retreats to the desk.
There'd been a time—a few entire weeks—when news of the Freemen filled him with hope. No crown, no nobles. (The no Inquisition came later, and who could really blame them for it?) Refusing to die for any of them anymore. What a world.
So of course it was poisoned from the start. ]
It's not a better world if it isn't just as good for you, [ to allow himself a touch of poetry. For much less of it: ] And they were stupid.
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There'd been a time—a few entire weeks—when news of the Freemen filled him with hope. No crown, no nobles. (The no Inquisition came later, and who could really blame them for it?) Refusing to die for any of them anymore. What a world.
So of course it was poisoned from the start. ]
It's not a better world if it isn't just as good for you, [ to allow himself a touch of poetry. For much less of it: ] And they were stupid.