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I'll forget about that wagon crash as compensation for my awful personality
I keep accidentally knockin’ this poor man off his horse, even got him with a god damn wagon. Wouldn’t be surprised if he keeps his distance from me. I would :/
"I said I was sorry about that. Not the footsie."
I’m pretty sure we played footsie on a stolen cart once, then she almost ran me off a cliff. It was exhilarating.
Would do anything for this man. Anything. Don’t know how he puts up with my shit, but he does. Find myself most comfortable with him, and not wanting anyone else by my side.
A “friend”.
Should he ask to run away, Galliard would not hesitate. Should he ask him to kill a man, he would without batting an eyelash. Should he ask him to stay, then there is nothing nor anyone that would make him move. Belvedere has and always will be the most important person in Galliard’s life.
Dearest friend. If Belvedere's loyalty to the Order was ever able to be challenged, it would be by Galliard. Two sides of the same coin. Knows him better than any other. Hostile toward conversations of Navarro and it's lasting effects on them both, even to Galliard himself.
I have always looked up to him, and I have begun to realize the hardships he has faced in his long life. How he was able to take me in, raise me as he did, when he still fights battles of his own - I couldn't know. But he is the father that I never had.
I hope he knows how proud I am - I hope he knows I appreciate the silences we sit in that aren't really silent at all. He's changed after the tower, but... Which of us has not?
I hope he knows I think of him as my own, even though we share no blood
I was hired as his doctor when he was young, and I think he helped me more than I did him. The kid has a good heart, empathetic sort, perhaps too much for his own good. But he rarely lets it show. Always got his chin up, always with a soft smile, never would know what trials he has fought through. I’d do anything for him. No questions asked.
Ain’t a whole lot ta’ say. He’s a fuckin’ drunk, got a temper too. Closed me up a few times- a lotta times, actually. .. Means somethin’ to me. Cares and all. I ‘unno.
Showed up on my doorstep with nothin’ to his name and his fuckin’ stomach split wide open. Took him in and cared for him, offered him work. Good kid. You got trouble with him, though, and you got trouble with me.
I have little to say of the doctor, only that he watches me like I killed someone he loved. Could be true, I’ve killed many in my time. It weighs heavy on my shoulders, and I cannot meet his gaze, wondering if I’ll recognize those eyes.
Hardly seen him despite my time workin’ at the LeClerq estate. But I heard of him. Seen the aftermath of his rage. I seen him doin’ good, too, but don’t put me alone in a room with him. Think I might give him a taste of his own medicine.
The first thing I remember of my uncle from my childhood years is that he took no pleasure in being home. He’d rush through the estate as though it burned him each second he stayed, and then he’d be gone. My father hates him, but the few times I’ve spoken to him he’s always been kind. You’d think a man of his accomplishments would be happier, don’t you? Or at least... Less angry. I can’t imagine wishing for war. I hope peace is, some day, less caustic to him.
He was a quiet one. He never cried out, never wished for more than he was given, only watched you with those wide gold eyes of his as if he saw more than he should. I often wondered if he saw my rotten core as his father did. I was never allowed to see the boy for that reason, but he would always find his way to me. He took my hand, once, after I had roared at his father in private. I was a raging bull, but still he walked with me, until I wondered why I had been angry at all. For him, I wish I was not as I am.