[ Adamant punches like a knife between his shoulder blades.
This is not an argument for him, not really. He cannot claim to know what First Warden Vidal had wanted. He cannot claim to understand the decisions of First Warden Vedrix. (Or if she can be trusted.) Whether or not he understands the motivations of the other Wardens, well. ]
Adrasteia.
[ Ellis sounds tired, voice flattening over her name. He remembers the fractured pieces of this argument coming from Cathán's mouth. ]
What do you want me to say? It's not so simple. We wouldn't have fractured so badly if it were.
no subject
This is not an argument for him, not really. He cannot claim to know what First Warden Vidal had wanted. He cannot claim to understand the decisions of First Warden Vedrix. (Or if she can be trusted.) Whether or not he understands the motivations of the other Wardens, well. ]
Adrasteia.
[ Ellis sounds tired, voice flattening over her name. He remembers the fractured pieces of this argument coming from Cathán's mouth. ]
What do you want me to say? It's not so simple. We wouldn't have fractured so badly if it were.