[ The wit gets a laugh, the rest of it pleased attention while Bastien chews.
He doesn’t always feel the same. In Orlais even the commoners’ beloved hero was Lord Remi Vascal, Bastien’s own namesake a duke. The nobles in Val Royeaux were untouchable and unknowable. He didn’t see a nobleman’s bare face until he was eighteen, and then only in the dark. The admiration and envy and fear and mystery all fed each other, and even when he had proof that they bled like anyone else dotting his sleeves, they felt like something separate.
But it’s been years. He’s learned better. There are crevices of resentment and hunger that the learning hasn’t reached, but with the better parts of him, he thinks Byerly is right. ]
Maybe we do not wait for slaughter, then, in Byerlia—Byerland. Byerland is much better. We are calling it Byerland, and maybe we do not need to kill all of the nobles before some commoners can come to your Landsmeet.
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He doesn’t always feel the same. In Orlais even the commoners’ beloved hero was Lord Remi Vascal, Bastien’s own namesake a duke. The nobles in Val Royeaux were untouchable and unknowable. He didn’t see a nobleman’s bare face until he was eighteen, and then only in the dark. The admiration and envy and fear and mystery all fed each other, and even when he had proof that they bled like anyone else dotting his sleeves, they felt like something separate.
But it’s been years. He’s learned better. There are crevices of resentment and hunger that the learning hasn’t reached, but with the better parts of him, he thinks Byerly is right. ]
Maybe we do not wait for slaughter, then, in Byerlia—Byerland. Byerland is much better. We are calling it Byerland, and maybe we do not need to kill all of the nobles before some commoners can come to your Landsmeet.