Cade looks at the apple, a bit perplexed, then accepts it. The break from routine is unnerving him as much as anything else. He doesn't like the unexpected; it usually means things are about to get worse. But he'll take his chances.
"I suppose I was... just walking, with the buckets," he muses, and pauses to take a bite as he remembers. "And he came up to me, and... I don't remember exactly what he said. He just kept... rubbing it in my face. What I did. ...Beleth told me she doesn't even care anymore." He looks at Zevran, almost morosely. "But he still does. He wouldn't leave me alone." It's around here that Cade's memory starts to fragment: like many instances in which he's become upset, he lost a bit of time. "...I think I tried to fight him," he mumbles, looking down at the apple, "...he wouldn't go away." When someone is so diligently in his face, an enemy is an enemy, no matter who they are. "...did I hit him?" This is an honest question, asked in a low tone that is both shy and sullen. He remembers Zevran holding his wrist. He can't help but hope he managed.
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Date: 2016-05-29 08:16 pm (UTC)"I suppose I was... just walking, with the buckets," he muses, and pauses to take a bite as he remembers. "And he came up to me, and... I don't remember exactly what he said. He just kept... rubbing it in my face. What I did. ...Beleth told me she doesn't even care anymore." He looks at Zevran, almost morosely. "But he still does. He wouldn't leave me alone." It's around here that Cade's memory starts to fragment: like many instances in which he's become upset, he lost a bit of time.
"...I think I tried to fight him," he mumbles, looking down at the apple, "...he wouldn't go away." When someone is so diligently in his face, an enemy is an enemy, no matter who they are. "...did I hit him?" This is an honest question, asked in a low tone that is both shy and sullen. He remembers Zevran holding his wrist. He can't help but hope he managed.