Rhy, for his part, just looks... stunned. Uncomprehending.
"What?" He takes a step forward again, putting out a hand placatingly, a gesture of reaching for him without forcing Ronan to accept his touch when he's drawn into himself so hard, so suddenly. Rhy can see him clamming up, the way he hugs himself, the way the walls shoot up.
He's sympathetic, not because he agrees with what Ronan said but because he wants to understand, and to help Ronan understand why he's upset. None of this is simple or easy. No matter how much he condemns the queen's choice regarding what they'd all just witnessed, Rhy doesn't actually think the concept of war, as a whole, is black and white.
And he certainly doesn't think Ronan is evil.
"Ronan, please. I didn't say any of that. I don't think any of that. Come on. We can go somewhere more private and talk. Or tomorrow, after we both get some rest-- It's been a long night."
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"What?" He takes a step forward again, putting out a hand placatingly, a gesture of reaching for him without forcing Ronan to accept his touch when he's drawn into himself so hard, so suddenly. Rhy can see him clamming up, the way he hugs himself, the way the walls shoot up.
He's sympathetic, not because he agrees with what Ronan said but because he wants to understand, and to help Ronan understand why he's upset. None of this is simple or easy. No matter how much he condemns the queen's choice regarding what they'd all just witnessed, Rhy doesn't actually think the concept of war, as a whole, is black and white.
And he certainly doesn't think Ronan is evil.
"Ronan, please. I didn't say any of that. I don't think any of that. Come on. We can go somewhere more private and talk. Or tomorrow, after we both get some rest-- It's been a long night."