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[standvastig]

Should any wish to communicate, the opportunity is open. The door has yet to close.

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[standvastig]

Convenient?

[Surprise and agitation start slipping into his tone before he reins in his feelings. Hands curl into fists. He's trying to be calm about all of this.]

...You are free to believe what you wish, Jasper. I can only speak to what I have seen and heard. And one of the first things His Majesty asked when he awoke was if Princess Jade had been found.

[leitstern]

[Jasper wrinkles his nose and grinds his teeth. Hands slide away from his hips, arms cross over his stomach. Emotions and lies created over decades refuse to shatter under a convenient truth. It is difficult to change his views after having them warped much of his life.

It is increasingly more difficult to realise the problem. Anger has nowhere to go and coils his body head to toe.]

I can imagine the news came as an utter shock.

[He understands Carnelian would first act like he had on that fateful day. He just cannot accept it so easily.]

[standvastig]

[Hendrik looks over at Jasper at that, frowning quietly. Even if he cannot see the other man's expression, there is enough to see in his body language to know that he is not doing well with this conversation.

He turns his gaze upward, towards an unfamiliar night sky.]

Yes. He has been mostly bedridden since the Fall. I give my reports to him by his bedside.

[leitstern]

I dare say I am hardly surprised.

[Hendrik looks towards the sky. Jasper looks upon the earth. Lights of dwellings glow amidst the darkness, twisting his expression as he reminices about witnessing the torches of the last bastion. His old friend follows orders without question. It hardly surprises him that he would kneel at the old man's bedside.]

You always were a dutiful soul.

[standvastig]

[The comment draws a brief fire of resentment from Hendrik, and he shuts his eyes to the moon. A dutiful soul. It feels bitter coming from Jasper.]

In any case, that is all I wanted to say. We can return to heading to our rooms now.

[leitstern]

[Walls. Windows. Wind. Jasper turns his back on that nostalga; his face twisting in a bitter expression of loss and anger that vanishes with the breeze.

He wonders if he should argue for his feelings or make demands on his old friend's time. Perhaps he should hold his tongue. Perhaps he should head indoors and hide his face.]

I suppose there is nothing else for us to discuss.

[It is agreement more than argument.]