[ Corvo may not be focused on the conversation or himself, but Jasper certainly is. He's watching as he works, but every once in a while looks away to glance at him curiously. His rovermate hardly speaks of home. On the rare occasion he does, Jasper listens. He thinks he can understand why it's a subject usually avoided, when most of what he has to say is dark and dismal. People on the streets eating rats. He can't imagine that happening in either of the Elven forests, but in the cities populated by humans and Asham, like Jhalir and Svelvar, it was not unheard of. Especially during the mage plague. Jasper never liked to linger long in those places.
He watches as blood begins to cover Corvo's hands, and something squirms in the back of his memory. Something recent, but already burried deep. He picks up a knife and crouches down beside him, busying himself to try and keep it there. ]
Why did it get so bad, where you lived?
[ A question more loaded than he knows, posed innocently enough. ]
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He watches as blood begins to cover Corvo's hands, and something squirms in the back of his memory. Something recent, but already burried deep. He picks up a knife and crouches down beside him, busying himself to try and keep it there. ]
Why did it get so bad, where you lived?
[ A question more loaded than he knows, posed innocently enough. ]