Quitting? [ He's still laughing at Whiskey's magnificent wingspan, between the words. ] No. For a lot of reasons. [ Among them: ] Could this ever have happened if I hadn't?
[ A shrug is not the right answer, he's pretty sure, but it's what he does. ]
I don't know. The killing, yes, but I think it would have happened with or without me. Most of it. I wish I hadn't been the one to do it for my own sake, because I think it takes something out of you that you don't get back, when you do something like that. But if I had never become a Bard at all, they would still be dead, and I would be—I don't know.
[ Making a fuller apology, one that clearly need not be made, given Bastien's cheerful engagement with the question: ]
I know, I know. This is like talking to - Do you recall Rafael, that student who'd hang around with us? Always questions like this. Insufferable.
[ Then: ]
It's hard to say, at times. It's like you said, isn't it - We might make decisions, but the world around us will compensate. Things will happen even if we step back from them.
[ Bastien hums and stretches out on the floor, head resting on Byerly's shin, half-fencing Whiskey in with the rest of him. ]
Well, that's—
[ Depressing. ]
I don't think that is true for everyone and everything. It's about how much power we have, isn't it? The Empress can make decisions the world won't undo. I could have, [ with some reluctance, because he doesn't enjoy marinating in guilt the way some people might, ] saved one of them. Really saved them. But it would have been the last contract I ever had. Someone else would have been hired for the rest of them.
[ Not everyone dies; Bastien has an open mind about the existence of the Maker, in the sense that it hardly seems relevant to him either way. Maybe the Wardens will end the Blights after all at some point, or they'll run out of Archdemons.
But that isn't the point. ]
It still matters, what happens in the meantime. [ He says it with some reluctance, looking at Whiskey's dewclaw. They agreed on as much, when they were drunk in the rain, and it was about Byerly's good deeds being important even if they didn't fix the world for good. But it's different, when it's about whether Bastien's bad ones meant anything, because—
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[ Byerly makes Whiskey's ears flap like the wings of a bird. They're big enough to actually stir up a gentle breeze.
Then, less flippantly: ]
Do you regret it all?
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Not quitting.
[ A little flap. By's eyes settle on Bastien's. They're gently curious. ]
What you did back then.
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[ A shrug is not the right answer, he's pretty sure, but it's what he does. ]
I don't know. The killing, yes, but I think it would have happened with or without me. Most of it. I wish I hadn't been the one to do it for my own sake, because I think it takes something out of you that you don't get back, when you do something like that. But if I had never become a Bard at all, they would still be dead, and I would be—I don't know.
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[ He sets his back against the wall, idly scratching Whiskey's head. ]
Apologies in advance. This is so insufferable. - Do you think free will is real?
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Do I think anything real? [ But more seriously: ] Yes. I do—believe in free will, I mean. It would be too awful otherwise.
Do you?
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I know, I know. This is like talking to - Do you recall Rafael, that student who'd hang around with us? Always questions like this. Insufferable.
[ Then: ]
It's hard to say, at times. It's like you said, isn't it - We might make decisions, but the world around us will compensate. Things will happen even if we step back from them.
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Well, that's—
[ Depressing. ]
I don't think that is true for everyone and everything. It's about how much power we have, isn't it? The Empress can make decisions the world won't undo. I could have, [ with some reluctance, because he doesn't enjoy marinating in guilt the way some people might, ] saved one of them. Really saved them. But it would have been the last contract I ever had. Someone else would have been hired for the rest of them.
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But in the long term, the next Blight will still come. In time, the Maker will return. In time, everyone will die.
[ Not something he necessarily believes - that anything doesn't matter, just because there are some inevitabilities. But for argument's sake. ]
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[ Not everyone dies; Bastien has an open mind about the existence of the Maker, in the sense that it hardly seems relevant to him either way. Maybe the Wardens will end the Blights after all at some point, or they'll run out of Archdemons.
But that isn't the point. ]
It still matters, what happens in the meantime. [ He says it with some reluctance, looking at Whiskey's dewclaw. They agreed on as much, when they were drunk in the rain, and it was about Byerly's good deeds being important even if they didn't fix the world for good. But it's different, when it's about whether Bastien's bad ones meant anything, because—
Because it makes him feel shitty. That's why. ]