Andraste's tits, of course not! You don't deserve that; I'd never want you to--
[Would Casimir want you to?
The thought gives him pause. No, says his sweet and trusting heart; no, the guilt--curled and ingrown and infected--is his own, the penance--
Even--especially--coming from Van, the words strike home. His cousin might not believe in the Chant any longer, but he knows the framework of it, knows how to speak the language Myr needs to hear. (And maybe there is a small miracle in that.)
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[Would Casimir want you to?
The thought gives him pause. No, says his sweet and trusting heart; no, the guilt--curled and ingrown and infected--is his own, the penance--
Even--especially--coming from Van, the words strike home. His cousin might not believe in the Chant any longer, but he knows the framework of it, knows how to speak the language Myr needs to hear. (And maybe there is a small miracle in that.)
Still,]
I don't know what might be enough, Van.