[He knows that tone. In response, Kit says nothing for a long moment; he just leaves the sound of the wind through the open window to fill the space. He stares at the burning end of his cigarette, then puts it out.]
It has to do with the Carta, [he says quietly,] and if I knew more than that, and that it was important I be there for my friend, I would tell you.
[Another spell of silence. Then, sounding tired and weary,] I should probably finish up my work and head home. [This is not the note he wanted to end their call on, but on this topic, he doesn't have the emotional energy to stand behind his choice and fight for it. He's still processing what it all could even mean. ...still.] I miss you, Vandelin.
[The Carta. Fantastic. Even fucking better. Vandelin's no stranger to parting on sour notes--he honestly can't recall a single relationship he's ever had, familial or platonic or otherwise, that hadn't gone that way--but it does soothe just a few of his angrily ruffled edges that Kit isn't simply withholding information from him because he doesn't think Van merits it. It's not a net positive, when it only makes him feel all the more sick to think of Kit going into this half-blind and ill-prepared.]
Yeah, I miss you too. I'd rather it not be a permanent state of being.
Just...find out more before you go, all right? Anything you can. Even I know what kind of reach the Carta has.
I'll tell you whatever it's safe for me to share. [It's the closest compromise he can come up with; Yngvi's secrets aren't his to spread around, even to Vandelin--even to soothe his fears. This may remain a point of contention between them indefinitely, but for now, there's nothing more to be done about it. Kit closes his eyes and lets out a slow breath.]
I meant for you. [As little as he wants to be left out of the loop, as much as he hates the idea of having to worry for Kit without knowing what he's up against, he'll survive it.] I don't want you going into this with so little information. It doesn't matter if you tell me. I just want you to have all the precautions you can.
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It has to do with the Carta, [he says quietly,] and if I knew more than that, and that it was important I be there for my friend, I would tell you.
[Another spell of silence. Then, sounding tired and weary,] I should probably finish up my work and head home. [This is not the note he wanted to end their call on, but on this topic, he doesn't have the emotional energy to stand behind his choice and fight for it. He's still processing what it all could even mean. ...still.] I miss you, Vandelin.
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Yeah, I miss you too. I'd rather it not be a permanent state of being.
Just...find out more before you go, all right? Anything you can. Even I know what kind of reach the Carta has.
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...all right. Take care out there, you hear?
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I'll be fine. You know me.
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[When, not if. He has confidence enough in his ability to survive whatever Orzammar might throw at him. That's an old, familiar fight.]