Zevran is momentarily caught offguard by that- and has his mouth open to ask 'what do you mean' before the meaning sinks in and he simply must laugh. Louder, realer- far more honest for the thready edge of hysteria that coils through the mass of it, rough and weary and slightly helpless before he drags himself back to some somber measure of composure. Even then? It does not laugh. "You know, now that I think of it? I cannot imagine anyone else having this sort of luck."
Terrible luck. To be Spared, to drive out the Crows, to survive against all odds. And now he is the one making the difficult choices.
Impossible ones.
It'd been easier when Jonas made them, but Jonas is not here. Zevran slips a hand up to squeeze Alistair's wrist, smile less pained. "Have I not always kept an eye on your flank, Alistair?"
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Date: 2016-04-29 03:51 pm (UTC)Terrible luck. To be Spared, to drive out the Crows, to survive against all odds. And now he is the one making the difficult choices.
Impossible ones.
It'd been easier when Jonas made them, but Jonas is not here. Zevran slips a hand up to squeeze Alistair's wrist, smile less pained. "Have I not always kept an eye on your flank, Alistair?"