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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]

[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.]