Cade gives a start. He's jarred right out of his slow descent, and shoots a nervous look at Zevran, as if he's not sure he heard him right. But then the elf keeps talking, and Cade feels the panic welling up again-- no, he can't talk about it-- but lesser this time. Not enough energy to have another full breakdown, not this soon. "....I.." he stammers, glancing furtively back and forth between Zevran and the wall, "..um..." He swallows hard. Nobody can know. He promised, before the Maker and Andraste. He promised, and a Templar's word is his honor. Not that he has much of that anymore. Tears spring to his eyes again, but he wipes them away before any can fall. He glances again at Zevran, apologetically this time. Surely it was no small feat for him, either.
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Date: 2016-04-06 06:15 am (UTC)"....I.." he stammers, glancing furtively back and forth between Zevran and the wall, "..um..." He swallows hard. Nobody can know.
He promised, before the Maker and Andraste. He promised, and a Templar's word is his honor. Not that he has much of that anymore.
Tears spring to his eyes again, but he wipes them away before any can fall. He glances again at Zevran, apologetically this time. Surely it was no small feat for him, either.