“The trouble, then, when ‘doing the right thing’ involves still following the Order’s philosophy and its rituals,” Strange says, dry, a little bitterly disapproving; his professional mask is good enough, but little bits and pieces of his real opinion have been bleeding through during this conversation.
Getting them off the lyrium is, apparently, such a tangled knot: one might need to untangle their loyalty to the Order first, then the men’s own hangups about their usefulness on or off the substance. What a goddamn mess.
His mouth is still settled into a thin line, mulling it over, fingers tapping on the edge of the desk before he broaches these next words. “For what it’s worth— I know the decision’s long-gone and you don’t exactly need my validation— but I think you did the right thing. You’re ahead of the curve, and it’s a relief that I have one less templar’s mental condition to fret over.”
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Getting them off the lyrium is, apparently, such a tangled knot: one might need to untangle their loyalty to the Order first, then the men’s own hangups about their usefulness on or off the substance. What a goddamn mess.
His mouth is still settled into a thin line, mulling it over, fingers tapping on the edge of the desk before he broaches these next words. “For what it’s worth— I know the decision’s long-gone and you don’t exactly need my validation— but I think you did the right thing. You’re ahead of the curve, and it’s a relief that I have one less templar’s mental condition to fret over.”