[Salvio, accustomed to obeying orders, immediately takes the last piece of cheese from the plate. It's halfway to his mouth when he realizes, marks it for a potential rudeness--but she did tell him that he should have it--so then he decides to just go ahead and eat the cheese.
It does buy him another moment. Of course he could never hope to match Wysteria's conversation. She is like a dwarven wind-up toy in that respect, and her energy seems boundless--which is what has made it so remarkable when her words flag or slow in any way. If it were all written down, one might be able to make a study, to understand what it is that she says beneath all the rest of it. Not Salvio, probably. He is not good with that sort of analysis. But someone.
Once he has finished that bit of cheese, he can at last respond.]
I suppose-- There is a measure of truth in it, when... when it is put in such a way. Though the, um. The stories of the Herald have not carried much inspiration, for me, I am much-- much too myself, for that. But Andraste's, uh, personhood, has--is, or was, but it still is, in much--a comfort. That such a person might find the Maker's favor, so very--
Not that-- [Hurriedly, much like Wysteria, in that.] --I would not want such--such scrutiny, myself. Such divine scrutiny. Or any scrutiny, really, and I think that is much the problem of it, that-- to be so, um, elevated, so trusted, with this level of thought, and--responsibility--
[He gestures, helplessly. And at nothing, really, and rather like a drowning man trying to hail weakly for rescue.]
You have said that you have made a study, and read books of Thedas, and history. I was never particularly a student of history, but. A book of history is closed. It has happened. Never did I want to live in history. Or to be an interesting person. I think that I... often feel alone. In that feeling.
And I do not mean to, um. To separate you out, or call any attention, in particular, to-- well, but. I cannot imagine what it is to be a rifter and to find yourself within this-- [He grimaces, a little.] --well, this shit. A history that has only just begun to have something to do with you. Not of your will.
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It does buy him another moment. Of course he could never hope to match Wysteria's conversation. She is like a dwarven wind-up toy in that respect, and her energy seems boundless--which is what has made it so remarkable when her words flag or slow in any way. If it were all written down, one might be able to make a study, to understand what it is that she says beneath all the rest of it. Not Salvio, probably. He is not good with that sort of analysis. But someone.
Once he has finished that bit of cheese, he can at last respond.]
I suppose-- There is a measure of truth in it, when... when it is put in such a way. Though the, um. The stories of the Herald have not carried much inspiration, for me, I am much-- much too myself, for that. But Andraste's, uh, personhood, has--is, or was, but it still is, in much--a comfort. That such a person might find the Maker's favor, so very--
Not that-- [Hurriedly, much like Wysteria, in that.] --I would not want such--such scrutiny, myself. Such divine scrutiny. Or any scrutiny, really, and I think that is much the problem of it, that-- to be so, um, elevated, so trusted, with this level of thought, and--responsibility--
[He gestures, helplessly. And at nothing, really, and rather like a drowning man trying to hail weakly for rescue.]
You have said that you have made a study, and read books of Thedas, and history. I was never particularly a student of history, but. A book of history is closed. It has happened. Never did I want to live in history. Or to be an interesting person. I think that I... often feel alone. In that feeling.
And I do not mean to, um. To separate you out, or call any attention, in particular, to-- well, but. I cannot imagine what it is to be a rifter and to find yourself within this-- [He grimaces, a little.] --well, this shit. A history that has only just begun to have something to do with you. Not of your will.