At first, Cade looks like he's just been slapped. Of course-- it's so obvious. He neglected the friendship, and it went away. It was his fault. Yet, riding the tails of that thought is a sudden, violent resentment. Cade's face reddens, his shoulders beginning to quiver with anger. "It's always about him," he whispers, the words almost a hiss, "he never even asked," (even if he did, Cade likely wouldn't remember-- he had too much on his mind at the time), "and-- and all this time, of course-- it couldn't possibly be about anything other than him!" By the time the sentence is over, Cade is almost shouting. "Poor little princeling, so mistreated, so demanding, can't go an hour without literally screaming until someone paid attention to him, of course he has to be awful now, I was preoccupied by something that wasn't Alistair!" Although technically yelling this at Zevran, Cade barely seems to see him, instead looking past him and all around, at least until he abruptly stands up out of his chair to pace away a few steps.
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Yet, riding the tails of that thought is a sudden, violent resentment. Cade's face reddens, his shoulders beginning to quiver with anger. "It's always about him," he whispers, the words almost a hiss, "he never even asked," (even if he did, Cade likely wouldn't remember-- he had too much on his mind at the time), "and-- and all this time, of course-- it couldn't possibly be about anything other than him!" By the time the sentence is over, Cade is almost shouting.
"Poor little princeling, so mistreated, so demanding, can't go an hour without literally screaming until someone paid attention to him, of course he has to be awful now, I was preoccupied by something that wasn't Alistair!" Although technically yelling this at Zevran, Cade barely seems to see him, instead looking past him and all around, at least until he abruptly stands up out of his chair to pace away a few steps.