Alistair exhales sharply through his nose, only saved from being a snort by how quiet it is, and goes back to glaring ahead. He's silent for a stretch. That silence is filled not with serious consideration, but with reluctance to say what he has to say and make Zevran's point for him.
Eventually, though, he says, "No. They're my brothers, Zevran."
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Date: 2016-07-07 11:21 pm (UTC)Eventually, though, he says, "No. They're my brothers, Zevran."