It isn't until Zevran starts waxing poetic about Alistair's nose that a question occurs to Cade, and he knits his brow delicately as he watches Zevran's face. "If... you don't like what he does, why are you his friend?" It's an honest question, from someone who has had little reason to see the world in anything but black and white. He has no point of reference for having a complicated friendship, because until recently 'friendship' has been a concept so nebulous that he isn't even certain he knows what defines it. He only knows what it isn't.
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Date: 2016-05-31 02:37 am (UTC)"If... you don't like what he does, why are you his friend?" It's an honest question, from someone who has had little reason to see the world in anything but black and white. He has no point of reference for having a complicated friendship, because until recently 'friendship' has been a concept so nebulous that he isn't even certain he knows what defines it. He only knows what it isn't.