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[interroga]

So all of that was true? I thought you might’ve made up that part. The burgling training.

[bouchonne]

No, it was true.

[ With a slight laugh - ]

Dreadful timing, though, isn't it? When we were young and carefree, nothing between us. Now that we dare death daily and now that our time is precious, that's when we discover it.

[interroga]

[ A brief pause, a thoughtful hum behind Cassian’s teeth. His response is perhaps surprisingly earnest: ]

I think it makes sense. The versions of you when you were young and carefree, maybe you weren’t right for each other then. While daring death daily is a great way to revise your priorities.

[bouchonne]

[ Hm. Byerly is a bit surprised by that earnestness - but not displeased. There's something awfully charming about a spy who wears his heart on his sleeve.

Lightly teasing - ]

That's very wise. Particularly coming from a Northerner. I've always been under the impression that the Tevinter response to death frightens me is something along the lines of, so I shall conquer death.

[interroga]

[ The teasing’s a welcome respite, a quick distraction from having given away a little more than he meant to— ]

No, those are the power-hungry mages. Lots of cackling during thunderstorms and keeping brains in jars. Easy mistake.

[bouchonne]

Isn’t that everyone up there, though? That’s certainly what the sisters at the Chantry taught me.

[interroga]

You’d think.

[ It only sounds a little arch. He’s well-aware how Tevenes are perceived abroad; it’s been very purposefully set up that way, after all. ]

There are some of us up north who can’t do shit, magically. Not that you’d know it from the reputation.