Edgar makes a scoffing noise, low and bitter. "Like he'd ever do anything for me asking it. That's the whole --"
His jaw clenches, and he swallows most of the bitterness back and starts over. "That's why I called her. Because she'd be able to figure it out, or get him to come clean, whichever. And he did, the second she showed up. Except first he told her, the boy thinks I've murdered somebody." With the words, and the imitation of Astarion's haughty tones, a good deal of the bitterness slips back into his voice.
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Date: 2021-08-26 02:48 am (UTC)His jaw clenches, and he swallows most of the bitterness back and starts over. "That's why I called her. Because she'd be able to figure it out, or get him to come clean, whichever. And he did, the second she showed up. Except first he told her, the boy thinks I've murdered somebody." With the words, and the imitation of Astarion's haughty tones, a good deal of the bitterness slips back into his voice.
"And she was fuckin furious. At me."