[Well, when she puts it that way... The story is known to Darras and as he's remembering it, he remembers, too, the day she told it to him. That strange feeling of belated concern and anger, for something that happened beyond his control. Something that Yseult got herself out of--but she got into it because of her work, because she was ordered to do something dangerous, which in of itself was no problem except she could have been killed, and for what--]
I will.
[She chose the Inquisition, because she believed in it. So. Darras plucks at a loose thread on the sleeve of his coat and twists at it.]
no subject
I will.
[She chose the Inquisition, because she believed in it. So. Darras plucks at a loose thread on the sleeve of his coat and twists at it.]
This mean you're worried for me, then?