[estinien silently watches long fingers twining through dark hair as the lord commander finally seems to settle off of his feet. it's a small start at the very least and enough to allay the worry that aymeric would simply drive himself into the ground through working. physically things were going to be fine. mentally? estinien doesn't know. the loss of haurchefant was a devastating blow. the elezen had been cocksure and a rambunctious person. estinien knows that the loss will be felt for a long time to come, though personally he will be quick to put that aside for more important things. haurchefant had been a big help, but he had not been around for the majority of things, was not up to speed with the actual goings on that were happening. as cold as it sounded in his own mind, estinien knows that it could have been much worse. they would be able to avenge haurchefant in due course, but estinien suspects that it would not be the most important thing on their plates for a while yet.
even if he does want to strangle the shit out of the archbishop. just looking at the way aymeric is sat has the dragoon's stomach sinking, feelings of sympathy starting to truly sink in. how must it feel to know that the one looked up to the most was the one destroying everything held dear? estinien had been so angry at alberic for causing the ruin of ferndale, but that was something that had happened so far in the past that the impact was not what it could have been. this? this was fresh for aymeric, this was something that was happening right now and all they could do was ride the wave and work on setting right the wrongs.
nothing would take away the pain of it though, nothing would lessen the gaping wound that caused so much hurt. all aymeric would be able to do, if anything, was learn to live with it. the dragoon can't help but wonder if aymeric would manage that when he hears what the other has to say, cringing inwardly at the tremor in the normally firm voice.]
Aymeric. What happened was not your fault but that of the archbishop and the knights. None of us could have even foreseen what happened today, yet it still happened. We did not know how that man would have reacted to what you had to say, nor did we suspect that Zephirin would have been ready and waiting. [estinien pauses, mulling his next words over.] That man is not a father, does not act as one, and you should stop looking at him as one.
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even if he does want to strangle the shit out of the archbishop. just looking at the way aymeric is sat has the dragoon's stomach sinking, feelings of sympathy starting to truly sink in. how must it feel to know that the one looked up to the most was the one destroying everything held dear? estinien had been so angry at alberic for causing the ruin of ferndale, but that was something that had happened so far in the past that the impact was not what it could have been. this? this was fresh for aymeric, this was something that was happening right now and all they could do was ride the wave and work on setting right the wrongs.
nothing would take away the pain of it though, nothing would lessen the gaping wound that caused so much hurt. all aymeric would be able to do, if anything, was learn to live with it. the dragoon can't help but wonder if aymeric would manage that when he hears what the other has to say, cringing inwardly at the tremor in the normally firm voice.]
Aymeric. What happened was not your fault but that of the archbishop and the knights. None of us could have even foreseen what happened today, yet it still happened. We did not know how that man would have reacted to what you had to say, nor did we suspect that Zephirin would have been ready and waiting. [estinien pauses, mulling his next words over.] That man is not a father, does not act as one, and you should stop looking at him as one.