[Ortus raises his brows at the question, folding his hands together inside his black sleeves as he takes in the implication.]
Is it a thing which must be excused?
[The assumption of fault, and then of fault to guilt, is a pattern Ortus has seen unfold many times before. He does not share the young man's piercing vision, but Ortus has his own, more mundane insight to draw from.]
no subject
Is it a thing which must be excused?
[The assumption of fault, and then of fault to guilt, is a pattern Ortus has seen unfold many times before. He does not share the young man's piercing vision, but Ortus has his own, more mundane insight to draw from.]
It does not seem so terrible a talent.