"You are my friend," she replies, very quietly. "And I think you understand love better than you give yourself credit. I think you understand how well feelings can complicate work such as ours better than most."
Oh, Zevran has his friends he calls upon for certain closenesses, but for all his talk, he is not a loveless man, not a man with no capacity. He has not kept strict distances between himself and others in all ways, has not isolated himself, and he is a better man than he'd ever admit, she thinks.
"What if one of your kestrals claimed love for another? Not necessarily a kestral, but someone within the Inquisition, for example. Would you think of it so lightly?"
She speaks loosely, not quite easily, because she can still hold some thought that this is not completely transparent, as she leans closer to wiggle her fingers at Luciano. "War and risk, they all but breed sentiment. Not all of it is genuine."
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Oh, Zevran has his friends he calls upon for certain closenesses, but for all his talk, he is not a loveless man, not a man with no capacity. He has not kept strict distances between himself and others in all ways, has not isolated himself, and he is a better man than he'd ever admit, she thinks.
"What if one of your kestrals claimed love for another? Not necessarily a kestral, but someone within the Inquisition, for example. Would you think of it so lightly?"
She speaks loosely, not quite easily, because she can still hold some thought that this is not completely transparent, as she leans closer to wiggle her fingers at Luciano. "War and risk, they all but breed sentiment. Not all of it is genuine."