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t was quite rare that Benedict allowed someone to get close enough to touch him. He hadn't realized the woman had it in her, to approach so boldly. But here she was, offering support. He smiled down at her, sad still. His eyes flashed with an unreadable but pained expression. "War" he states now, realizing 'coup' might be too much "war come. Family gone. Friends gone." It was still bittersweet to say 'kill' and 'dead'."I defend if it feels right" he says solemnly, nodding "do not want to fight to fight" he hoped that Veil understood that. If they were to be friends, she would not see him blindly rushing into a battle for the sake of conceived loyalty. He would rather do it for dear friends, and equines who could never fight for themselves "blood... blood is wrong" Benedict adds quietly, shaking his head with a sigh "spill blood, wrong." And killing... was even worse.
But enough with bad things.
"Thank you, Veil" he adds to her "yes, we are friends. Not alone."
She speaks of a person called Jane. Solterra. Oh, Jane was from Solterra? That was Jane's home. Veil says she hadn't seen Jane in a long time. He nods. "Busy is good" he chuckles now "I try to be busy" but it was often trial-and-error work "Jane will make time for you, I'm sure."
