With every assertion Zevran makes, Cade becomes less and less convinced of his own dedication. When the elf has finished speaking, he finally just shakes his head, covering his eyes with one hand. "No," he says in a quiet, shaking voice, "I hate this life. I hate everything it's ever been." Somehow simultaneously exhausted and right on the very edge of his nerves, he glances around the room. "My one job is to do the Maker's work, and I can't do it, not the right way. I ruin everything I touch." He gives a light, mirthless laugh, then abruptly calms himself again, looking apologetically at Zevran. "I should go," he says weakly, and gets to his feet, "you didn't ask for this."
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Date: 2016-06-03 03:14 am (UTC)"No," he says in a quiet, shaking voice, "I hate this life. I hate everything it's ever been." Somehow simultaneously exhausted and right on the very edge of his nerves, he glances around the room. "My one job is to do the Maker's work, and I can't do it, not the right way. I ruin everything I touch." He gives a light, mirthless laugh, then abruptly calms himself again, looking apologetically at Zevran.
"I should go," he says weakly, and gets to his feet, "you didn't ask for this."