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Carver does not want to hear about it, for Andraste's sake, but that doesn't mean that Tristan doesn't want to talk about it, and when his brother wants to talk, that means that Carver has to hear. Plugging his ears, ordering him to shut his blighted mouth, making an escape out the back door while his brother is distracted, Carver's tried everything to conquer his brother's determination. But at the end of the day, Tristan is older and bigger and Mother likes him best, which means that at two in the morning when Tristan wants to speculate about the blighted Fereldan Warden apostate's love life, Carver's pulled into the conversation as an unwilling participate.
His brother hangs over the edge of their bunk bed like he's twelve and not twice that. "He couldn't have been much older than fifteen, if I'm doing my math right. Seven escapes, one year with the Wardens."
Carver opens his mouth to say that all apostates know how to do is lie, but his brother keeps forging on.
"Seven attempts, Carver. Seven. Maker knows why they didn't just make him tranquil. He should have come to Lothering."
Carver wants to say that the apostate should have drowned himself and saved them all a lot of trouble, and if his brother doesn't mind, it's practically dawn and he'd like to get some sleep before they're yanked back out into the streets for their daily scramble for coin, but his brother's discussion is only meant for one voice.
"Judging by all that grey, Thekla had to be at least forty. You don't think Anders has some sort of older man fetish, do you? Unresolved father issues? How do you think I'd look with a beard?"
Carver doesn't even try to think of a reply to that query. Instead he kicks the underside of his brother's bed so hard that Tristan nearly topples out of it.
His brother hangs over the edge of their bunk bed like he's twelve and not twice that. "He couldn't have been much older than fifteen, if I'm doing my math right. Seven escapes, one year with the Wardens."
Carver opens his mouth to say that all apostates know how to do is lie, but his brother keeps forging on.
"Seven attempts, Carver. Seven. Maker knows why they didn't just make him tranquil. He should have come to Lothering."
Carver wants to say that the apostate should have drowned himself and saved them all a lot of trouble, and if his brother doesn't mind, it's practically dawn and he'd like to get some sleep before they're yanked back out into the streets for their daily scramble for coin, but his brother's discussion is only meant for one voice.
"Judging by all that grey, Thekla had to be at least forty. You don't think Anders has some sort of older man fetish, do you? Unresolved father issues? How do you think I'd look with a beard?"
Carver doesn't even try to think of a reply to that query. Instead he kicks the underside of his brother's bed so hard that Tristan nearly topples out of it.
