[ He's watching Cedric's hands more than his face. More comfortable that way, sitting alongside each other, and he's learned keeping his ear still makes things simpler to process. Lemons in his pigeonhole would be condescending, maybe. Chatting with the kitchen staff about winter stews, about keeping the pieces small enough for the back of a mouth, staying careful with surprise hard bits—that he wouldn't have to know anything about. ]
Did it feel like it was going to keep on? I mean—I'm not asking you to predict the future. Not really. But after it happened, with the soldiers you knew, did it feel like something had been released and finished, for the time being? Were people ashamed of it and settling down? Or were they emboldened, and it felt like it was only starting?
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[ He's watching Cedric's hands more than his face. More comfortable that way, sitting alongside each other, and he's learned keeping his ear still makes things simpler to process. Lemons in his pigeonhole would be condescending, maybe. Chatting with the kitchen staff about winter stews, about keeping the pieces small enough for the back of a mouth, staying careful with surprise hard bits—that he wouldn't have to know anything about. ]
Did it feel like it was going to keep on? I mean—I'm not asking you to predict the future. Not really. But after it happened, with the soldiers you knew, did it feel like something had been released and finished, for the time being? Were people ashamed of it and settling down? Or were they emboldened, and it felt like it was only starting?