No. [ He grips the edge of the bed. He's not exactly trying to avoid answering; it's that he hasn't stopped to absorb it, never mind thought of how he's to explain.
He doesn't care about what they did to him. Or he does, because it's not been the most fun he's ever had, but it's nothing new. It's who they did it with. The longer he sits with this knowledge, the more raw he feels, and he wants nothing of it. But he owes Julie something, more, for dragging his shit to her doorstep in the first place. ]
They believed someone in their court was protecting me. [ It's not what they said, but what else? Yennefer's presence was not a coincidence. No one should have any reason to suspect he knows a damn thing. He's been in Cadens for barely a season; he's never even set foot in the prime minister's office. ] Perhaps they've been convinced otherwise now.
[ An unfiltered bitterness edges that statement, one he hadn't meant to let through. He can't summon the effort to want to take it back. He's not angry with Yennefer, except he is, but he isn't. He draws a breath between his teeth and sinks into the burning sting where the cloth brushes his skin. It's distracting, familiar. He tries not to keel over while Julie's helping him, which he manages, but he keeps losing track of where she is and what she's doing. If she's got anything to say, she's likely to have to repeat it more than once. ]
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He doesn't care about what they did to him. Or he does, because it's not been the most fun he's ever had, but it's nothing new. It's who they did it with. The longer he sits with this knowledge, the more raw he feels, and he wants nothing of it. But he owes Julie something, more, for dragging his shit to her doorstep in the first place. ]
They believed someone in their court was protecting me. [ It's not what they said, but what else? Yennefer's presence was not a coincidence. No one should have any reason to suspect he knows a damn thing. He's been in Cadens for barely a season; he's never even set foot in the prime minister's office. ] Perhaps they've been convinced otherwise now.
[ An unfiltered bitterness edges that statement, one he hadn't meant to let through. He can't summon the effort to want to take it back. He's not angry with Yennefer, except he is, but he isn't. He draws a breath between his teeth and sinks into the burning sting where the cloth brushes his skin. It's distracting, familiar. He tries not to keel over while Julie's helping him, which he manages, but he keeps losing track of where she is and what she's doing. If she's got anything to say, she's likely to have to repeat it more than once. ]