“I, um, started it,” she says, her mouth pulling to one corner with awkwardness. “Sort of accidentally? I mean, everyone was being forced to tell the truth, but that doesn't really—”
Gwenaëlle gestures at herself. That's happened to the Gallows twice and she had to be told what was happening both times. The degree to which she was pressed by that experience was significantly less than anyone else, and maybe would have gone unnoticed entirely if she'd been the only person affected. In any case,
“He had to be honest when I challenged him, so he had to be honest with himself, too, and it just struck me that— he would say these things about what being a Templar had meant to him and why he'd stopped, but he still essentially functioned as one. You know, for a while it was sort of like, every Templar is an ex-Templar because at the time they had no backing, they weren't part of the Chantry any more, they were all deciding what that meant for them. But that isn't so much the case any more, and the distinctions matter, and I just felt like he was being a fucking hypocrite for no good reason except cowardice and I only knew to press because he's so hangdog about everything when I asked him rude questions to piss him off he just answered them.”
This, perhaps, more specifically explains how confident she'd been in her assessment of the demon.
“I think we're sort of friends,” she says, finally, “but only because I was cruel to him and he kept letting it happen until I started to feel badly and I sort of thought, if he did follow-through then I owed it to him to help.”
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Gwenaëlle gestures at herself. That's happened to the Gallows twice and she had to be told what was happening both times. The degree to which she was pressed by that experience was significantly less than anyone else, and maybe would have gone unnoticed entirely if she'd been the only person affected. In any case,
“He had to be honest when I challenged him, so he had to be honest with himself, too, and it just struck me that— he would say these things about what being a Templar had meant to him and why he'd stopped, but he still essentially functioned as one. You know, for a while it was sort of like, every Templar is an ex-Templar because at the time they had no backing, they weren't part of the Chantry any more, they were all deciding what that meant for them. But that isn't so much the case any more, and the distinctions matter, and I just felt like he was being a fucking hypocrite for no good reason except cowardice and I only knew to press because he's so hangdog about everything when I asked him rude questions to piss him off he just answered them.”
This, perhaps, more specifically explains how confident she'd been in her assessment of the demon.
“I think we're sort of friends,” she says, finally, “but only because I was cruel to him and he kept letting it happen until I started to feel badly and I sort of thought, if he did follow-through then I owed it to him to help.”