[ You will, he wants to say. He believes it with all of his heart and half of his brain. The other half of his brain thinks maybe Byerly won’t, and if Bastien keeps saying you will, you will forever, it will make it worse.
So: ]
It's a long way for a letter to travel, mon roi vaillant. And whatever happens, it will be alright.
[ He lowers his head, forehead to Byerly’s hairline, and looks down at the planes of his cheeks and nose and his long eyelashes. Bastien can feel the new tightness in his shoulders. All that love, all those years of care and protection, all bound to a piece of paper that could be in his sister’s hands, or in the sea, or anywhere in Thedas. So if he doesn’t ever hear back, Bastien will interfere. At minimum he'll interfere enough to be sure it's intentional, that no letters were lost, because what sister in her right mind wouldn't want a brother like Byerly—or maybe he'll interfere more, and By can be cross with him if he wants to be. But he hopes he hears back. ]
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So: ]
It's a long way for a letter to travel, mon roi vaillant. And whatever happens, it will be alright.
[ He lowers his head, forehead to Byerly’s hairline, and looks down at the planes of his cheeks and nose and his long eyelashes. Bastien can feel the new tightness in his shoulders. All that love, all those years of care and protection, all bound to a piece of paper that could be in his sister’s hands, or in the sea, or anywhere in Thedas. So if he doesn’t ever hear back, Bastien will interfere. At minimum he'll interfere enough to be sure it's intentional, that no letters were lost, because what sister in her right mind wouldn't want a brother like Byerly—or maybe he'll interfere more, and By can be cross with him if he wants to be. But he hopes he hears back. ]