Wanted to leave the farm, see the world. [He sighs wearily, shaking his head.]
This way it was an honor, instead of an escape. Going away to do Andraste's work, not just fucking off because I didn't feel like shoveling cow shit anymore.
[A grim pause.]
Least the cows wanted to be there, I suppose. Or didn't care one way or the other.
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Think I'd prefer not to be seen about, for a while.
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[ It won't change what direction they go until they're outside. ]
They are terribly judgmental sometimes, [ he adds, voice quiet, ] for people whose future relies so much on not being judged.
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Can't even say I blame them, really. [He looks at the ground as he talks, no doubt afraid to speak too loudly.]
Nobody likes feeling that the choice is already made for them.
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[ Bastien is quiet for a few steps. ]
How old were you when you started your training?
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[He tilts his head to and fro, thinking.]
Older lad. Fifteen, sixteen..
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What made you want to do it?
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This way it was an honor, instead of an escape. Going away to do Andraste's work, not just fucking off because I didn't feel like shoveling cow shit anymore.
[A grim pause.]
Least the cows wanted to be there, I suppose. Or didn't care one way or the other.
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But more seriously: ]
Did you see the world?
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I saw Ferelden.
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[ A pause for arithmetic. His fingers are involved. ]
—about an eighth of it. Good start. And now you are seeing more.
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[Barrow has to pause too, also counting on his fingers-- and after a few moments he gives up rather than try to puzzle it out.]
Well, never mind that, I've seen more since joining you lot. That's what counts, innit?