Oh, good. He'd worried that Cade might make this his own fault- Zevran knew the mentality well enough- but no. While it probably wasn't entirely healthy for there to be this much loathing and resentment twisted about...betrayal stings. Even so small a one. On top of everything else Cade has endured?
Zevran is not terribly surprised he feels this way.
That he is expressing it in front of him? That is the surprise.
He takes care not to look startled, to squash his own skittering instincts to become small, to be harmless, to be invisible- here he is in charge. For. Some reason. He leans back in his chair and does not reprimand Cade for his yelling- as it is only that. Yelling. Lancing a sore long since rotten that had been in desperate need of release. When the shouting stops and there's some silence, Zevran offers, low and wry "You see now why I say he would feel like a right ass, if he knew?"
There is an opportunity here, if Cade wishes. Only if he wishes.
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Date: 2016-05-29 09:02 pm (UTC)Zevran is not terribly surprised he feels this way.
That he is expressing it in front of him? That is the surprise.
He takes care not to look startled, to squash his own skittering instincts to become small, to be harmless, to be invisible- here he is in charge. For. Some reason. He leans back in his chair and does not reprimand Cade for his yelling- as it is only that. Yelling. Lancing a sore long since rotten that had been in desperate need of release. When the shouting stops and there's some silence, Zevran offers, low and wry "You see now why I say he would feel like a right ass, if he knew?"
There is an opportunity here, if Cade wishes. Only if he wishes.