Oh you were--you're asleep. Were asleep. Sorry--must be past fuckin' midnight. Uhm.
[A quiet clink of glass against glass.] You used to be so hard to wake up; s--sorry, figured this might reach you...in the morning.
[When he'd be sober. And maybe regret the question. But right now it seems like a perfectly sensible thing to ask--
Once he's answered Van's question, anyway. As much of it as he can parse right now.] Everyone, [an exaggeration he puts particular stress on,] gave me things to drink for Satinalia and I had to try them all before I wrote cards so I'd know what I was talking about. Think I might've overdone it a--a little. Posca's great, though. And I got a half-cup of the garum before I realized it was too salty for wine--
...Wait, you mean--the politics. The question that's politics.
[He ruminates briefly, before:] D'you think I deserve what happened?
For standing with our templars when everything went to shit. Getting in th' way of your freedom. All that. [His tone's suddenly somewhere between miserable and dejected resignation.]
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[A quiet clink of glass against glass.] You used to be so hard to wake up; s--sorry, figured this might reach you...in the morning.
[When he'd be sober. And maybe regret the question. But right now it seems like a perfectly sensible thing to ask--
Once he's answered Van's question, anyway. As much of it as he can parse right now.] Everyone, [an exaggeration he puts particular stress on,] gave me things to drink for Satinalia and I had to try them all before I wrote cards so I'd know what I was talking about. Think I might've overdone it a--a little. Posca's great, though. And I got a half-cup of the garum before I realized it was too salty for wine--
...Wait, you mean--the politics. The question that's politics.
[He ruminates briefly, before:] D'you think I deserve what happened?
For standing with our templars when everything went to shit. Getting in th' way of your freedom. All that. [His tone's suddenly somewhere between miserable and dejected resignation.]