"...I don't think anyone felt... satisfied with how it turned out."
Kit keeps his eyes on his drink when he says, "That's one way to put it." Up comes the glass for a swallow, before he sets it down again.
He doesn't want to revisit this subject, doesn't want to devote any more of his walking thoughts towards remembering the sight of a flesh and blood woman turned into a bloody cross by people he'd come to respect. Killing a demon in Thedas wasn't something he'd ever lost much sleep over; putting a defeated opponent, one who looked as mortal as the people who'd just bested her, through that kind of misery--
"Hey, I'll have another," he says abruptly to the bartender, holding out the tumbler for a refill. He stolidly does not look at Devin while he does so.
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Kit keeps his eyes on his drink when he says, "That's one way to put it." Up comes the glass for a swallow, before he sets it down again.
He doesn't want to revisit this subject, doesn't want to devote any more of his walking thoughts towards remembering the sight of a flesh and blood woman turned into a bloody cross by people he'd come to respect. Killing a demon in Thedas wasn't something he'd ever lost much sleep over; putting a defeated opponent, one who looked as mortal as the people who'd just bested her, through that kind of misery--
"Hey, I'll have another," he says abruptly to the bartender, holding out the tumbler for a refill. He stolidly does not look at Devin while he does so.