It takes Ellis a moment to think back, to remember Wysteria's tears in the alcove of the library and what he had told her then. It is still true.
His gaze drops briefly to the hands, the ground beneath their feet. The grass will need some attention here, he thinks vaguely before wrenching his focus back to Wysteria.
"I'm not dissatisfied with your friendship, or Tony's," Ellis tells her. Maybe he should be. Maybe he should have avoided being led into this situation at all, or at least ashamed of himself for not extricating himself from it. "You aren't troubling me with any of this, Orzammar or otherwise."
Well, not troubling in the way she means. Ellis is habitually troubled by how close experiments often veer towards danger, but that's a separate matter.
"None of it's to do with you," Ellis presses, sincere if not particularly illuminating. "I'm lucky to have your friendship."
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His gaze drops briefly to the hands, the ground beneath their feet. The grass will need some attention here, he thinks vaguely before wrenching his focus back to Wysteria.
"I'm not dissatisfied with your friendship, or Tony's," Ellis tells her. Maybe he should be. Maybe he should have avoided being led into this situation at all, or at least ashamed of himself for not extricating himself from it. "You aren't troubling me with any of this, Orzammar or otherwise."
Well, not troubling in the way she means. Ellis is habitually troubled by how close experiments often veer towards danger, but that's a separate matter.
"None of it's to do with you," Ellis presses, sincere if not particularly illuminating. "I'm lucky to have your friendship."