[Varric was quick to roll his shoulders in a rather flippant shrug. Losing Bartrand was unfortunate, he could recall that much. Maybe if he was experiencing it in real-time all over again, he'd be mourning the man fully.
But he remembered that night in tandem with Bartrand's betrayal, and so in addition to experiencing the grief for the first time, he felt the broiling rage over being left for dead.
All in all? Varric was still struggling to process his feelings.]
He was an asshole, but he was my asshole. [Varric furrowed his brows. Phrasing? Phrasing.]
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But he remembered that night in tandem with Bartrand's betrayal, and so in addition to experiencing the grief for the first time, he felt the broiling rage over being left for dead.
All in all? Varric was still struggling to process his feelings.]
He was an asshole, but he was my asshole. [Varric furrowed his brows. Phrasing? Phrasing.]
You know what I mean.