“Flying off half cocked seems to find bad luck at times.” he said laughing lightly and then regretting it instantly. Pain rattled his ribs and he reflexively coughed which gave in to more pain and more coughing. By the time got back ahead of the cycle he was dripping sweat and dizzy from pain. He stared back at her, his head heavy on his pllow swaying slightly. He smiled again at her though, forcing himself not to laugh again. Truth is he hadn't even considered a barrier. He could with a thought coat himself in unyeilding stone but he just lashed out like an angry confused child. The great stragegist hiding in his head was strangely silent, and he sent a thought after him.
After a long moment Victor responded. “If then breath between seconds, the choice of action is nearly inconsequential, you merely act and deal with the repecussions. The failing, if there was one was well before that moment.” Caro frowned. Either he was an idiot who walked into a trap at the first opportunity or there was nothing he could have done and he by all rights should have died in that barn. Neither sat right with him. Both could easily be true at the same time. Nothing nice could ever be safe with him it seemed. He squeezed Esme's hand again.
“Toward the east wall in starkhaven is a burnt out house. Two story with the northside corner collapsed in and water damaged. Inside the pantry underneath a cracked hogshead is a cellar door that leads to a tunnel under the wall. If you can get someone to meet us in the woods right outside there we can get out.” After Caro's escape from Kirkwall the first time, he had made the trip into starkhaven a couple of times to steal supplies from his families now barren estate. Assuming no one knew about him, it would be easy enough to use that route. “I'm of no use to either of this tasks I'm afraid.” he said simply. He felt the corners of his mouth tear at the sudden movement of his lips. He sighed heavily and sank back into the bed. It'd be time yet till he could be moved. But he'd be fine here if Esme stayed with him.
After a long moment Victor responded. “If then breath between seconds, the choice of action is nearly inconsequential, you merely act and deal with the repecussions. The failing, if there was one was well before that moment.” Caro frowned. Either he was an idiot who walked into a trap at the first opportunity or there was nothing he could have done and he by all rights should have died in that barn. Neither sat right with him. Both could easily be true at the same time. Nothing nice could ever be safe with him it seemed. He squeezed Esme's hand again.
“Toward the east wall in starkhaven is a burnt out house. Two story with the northside corner collapsed in and water damaged. Inside the pantry underneath a cracked hogshead is a cellar door that leads to a tunnel under the wall. If you can get someone to meet us in the woods right outside there we can get out.” After Caro's escape from Kirkwall the first time, he had made the trip into starkhaven a couple of times to steal supplies from his families now barren estate. Assuming no one knew about him, it would be easy enough to use that route. “I'm of no use to either of this tasks I'm afraid.” he said simply. He felt the corners of his mouth tear at the sudden movement of his lips. He sighed heavily and sank back into the bed. It'd be time yet till he could be moved. But he'd be fine here if Esme stayed with him.
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