[If he were stood in front of her, this might actually be more difficult. Because he would stop talking, at that; he would take her by the arms and pull her close, and let that stand for words. And maybe that's the trouble. They let a lot be said in action. Or he did, anyways, and does. For a man that loves to tell tales, he doesn't often use words. Not true ones, anyways. Not the ones that are raw.]
Couldn't. And I understand it better. I do. The way it fits together, the Inquisition and all. Only it's not mine the way it is yours. It never would have been. All the years I've been living and earning, earning everything that came to me. Where's that now?
[But where is it if the world bloody ends? He doesn't say it. Too large to say, to seem at all real. Nothing like the day to day, the in and the out of little problems that come one at a time, that make all the difference in Darras' world and in the world of so many others]
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[If he were stood in front of her, this might actually be more difficult. Because he would stop talking, at that; he would take her by the arms and pull her close, and let that stand for words. And maybe that's the trouble. They let a lot be said in action. Or he did, anyways, and does. For a man that loves to tell tales, he doesn't often use words. Not true ones, anyways. Not the ones that are raw.]
Couldn't. And I understand it better. I do. The way it fits together, the Inquisition and all. Only it's not mine the way it is yours. It never would have been. All the years I've been living and earning, earning everything that came to me. Where's that now?
[But where is it if the world bloody ends? He doesn't say it. Too large to say, to seem at all real. Nothing like the day to day, the in and the out of little problems that come one at a time, that make all the difference in Darras' world and in the world of so many others]