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Mm.

[that's as far as he'll acknowledge feeling like broken glass. he tosses the shard back into one of the cleaned-up piles, turning his gaze back toward the holy book in his lap.]

...If you would know the truth, I... I do feel mocked. That anyone would give me the Enchiridion now, after all this time...

Aye. I care not to get into particulars...

[He trails off a bit as he glances at the karakul at his side, who is blissfully staring off into nothing at the moment.]

But 'twould seem our captors know far more about us than I feel a right comfort in. To capture and confine us is one thing, but to bequeath us with objects of personal sentiment... 'tis quite another.

'Tis not that which disturbs me...

[it's not that francel is bothered by the fact that the powers that be in norfinbury seem to know his deepest, darkest secrets. as far as he's concerned, those might as well be on full display. it's just...

estinien and aymeric received real, living creatures — things that loved them, or that were loved by them. haurchefant was gifted with a token bearing his family crest, a reminder of everything he'd worked to become.

francel got the book in which he'd written all his regrets.

but this feeling of emptiness isn't something he could explain to a friend, much less to a traveling-companion who doesn't even like him very much, so francel refocuses his gaze on the empty-headed karakul. his lips twitch into something that much be a smile.]

...At least we might feed this one on paper. Aymeric's cat is quite another problem. Do not cats require meat for sustenance? I know not what we might provide for it...

[Though curiosity would press him to ask what else was there to be disturbing in this matter, he felt himself far more compelled to remain silent. It's true that he did not care for Francel much, in fact, a lot of Francel's general personality clashed with a lot of Estinien's general way of being. As such, should the young lord share with him such turmoil over his gift, Estinien would not offer him words of comfort.

Though, perhaps he would not exactly chastise him either. This place enjoyed playing its captives for fools, either with tricks, monsters, or mockery. If anything, he may even somewhat pity Francel to some degree. For he is not a man made to endure such trials.

The mention of Aymeric's cat draws an annoyed noise from Estinien, and with a glance in Aymeric's direction, he curtly replies:]

You are not alone in your line of questioning. 'Tis true such a creature must needs eat meat to survive. Though, little can I complain if we do not find any.

[It's said in jest, but his delivery reads more as cruelty than anything else.]

[francel at least has enough energy to raise a brow at estinien's words.]

You would prefer that his cat simply died?

'Twould certainly be one less agitation to worry ourselves over.

[The delivery is about as lively as the stones in boulder downs, to be quit honest.]

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