Ze knows well there is no point in giving voice to the emotions that fuel his actions- and that they come terribly close to pity. It is neither affection nor concern that drives him, merely a sense of obligation and duty. The selfsame desires that would have him stop to help an ailing traveler beset by the dangers of the road… or a produce merchant whose wares ended up halfway across the lane.
It isn’t kindness, it is simply having the ability to help and being unable to deny the need of it. (Or so he tells himself.)
When rooting further in the sack doesn’t yield the items he seeks, Ze settles for upending the whole thing, flicking it aside to join the mess on the floor without remorse once emptied as a half-dozen apples go rolling across the table. Joining them is the source of that earlier, ominous clinking- two poorly wrapped bottles of wine. As if in deliberate taunt, Ze picks one up and pulls away the shoddy scrap of cloth to make sure the bottle isn’t cracked.]
Sadly for you, it hasn’t been a bell yet, much less two. And I’ve yet to hear how you ended up in so piss-poor a state. [Without permission, he goes hunting through Vassa’s shelves for cups- answer enough in itself, surely.]
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Ze knows well there is no point in giving voice to the emotions that fuel his actions- and that they come terribly close to pity. It is neither affection nor concern that drives him, merely a sense of obligation and duty. The selfsame desires that would have him stop to help an ailing traveler beset by the dangers of the road… or a produce merchant whose wares ended up halfway across the lane.
It isn’t kindness, it is simply having the ability to help and being unable to deny the need of it. (Or so he tells himself.)
When rooting further in the sack doesn’t yield the items he seeks, Ze settles for upending the whole thing, flicking it aside to join the mess on the floor without remorse once emptied as a half-dozen apples go rolling across the table. Joining them is the source of that earlier, ominous clinking- two poorly wrapped bottles of wine. As if in deliberate taunt, Ze picks one up and pulls away the shoddy scrap of cloth to make sure the bottle isn’t cracked.]
Sadly for you, it hasn’t been a bell yet, much less two. And I’ve yet to hear how you ended up in so piss-poor a state. [Without permission, he goes hunting through Vassa’s shelves for cups- answer enough in itself, surely.]