( Others are perhaps more accustomed to rifters and their troubles, the horrors they’ve left behind in coming here. Astrid doesn’t have that background yet, and isn’t used to talking them through these crises. She left her own troubles behind, but she chose to run; she wasn’t plucked from it as Abella was.
She scoots further to the edge of the bed. Cup lowered and tilted too far against her knee, a careless drop spilling as she doesn’t notice. )
It’s not like you had a choice, ( she says, firm, and it’s about coming to Thedas; but it unknowingly might fit about the train, too. ) You didn’t choose to leave them. Don’t feel guilty about that.
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She scoots further to the edge of the bed. Cup lowered and tilted too far against her knee, a careless drop spilling as she doesn’t notice. )
It’s not like you had a choice, ( she says, firm, and it’s about coming to Thedas; but it unknowingly might fit about the train, too. ) You didn’t choose to leave them. Don’t feel guilty about that.