[ He laughs, agreeable, almost scandalized with himself for doing so - but the joke about their differences only highlights the ways that they're the same. It might offend, coming from someone else, any of the many people here who don't respect his faith, or come from a place where it's an oddity to be either scorned or studied. Goodsir, despite his crisis of faith (which he can't judge him for, for Tim's own are nerve-wracking and frequent), comes from a place where these are facts of life, not something which needs constant justification.
It's a rare comfort here.
Tim settles into the armchair near the bed and takes his water with a soft thanks. And listens, carefully, dragging a coaster nearer with his fingernail. ]
I'm sure you did. [ Softly. Not convinced that the death of one man would call a bear-like creature into action, but his eyes are warm, more curious than truly doubtful. ] You said it was an accident. A horrific one, of course. But no malice in it. Why would the land want revenge?
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Date: 2025-04-04 04:54 am (UTC)It's a rare comfort here.
Tim settles into the armchair near the bed and takes his water with a soft thanks. And listens, carefully, dragging a coaster nearer with his fingernail. ]
I'm sure you did. [ Softly. Not convinced that the death of one man would call a bear-like creature into action, but his eyes are warm, more curious than truly doubtful. ] You said it was an accident. A horrific one, of course. But no malice in it. Why would the land want revenge?