"Months?" Susan asks, horrified, as a few thoughts war against each other. "No, of course you couldn't, of course Luo Binghe shan't be cast."
Susan doesn't much care if people like her or not, but she does crave respect. She does fear ostracization. She prefers that people who dislike her do so accurately. She dreads inaccurate gossip that might lead someone to choose to exclude her from the conversation, generally speaking. To that end, she's loathe to jump on rumors unless it's something she can substantiate with her own experiences. And she has vanishingly few with Luo Binghe: one when she first arrived, which she barely remembers, and one when she was mourning her friend, which was naturally affected by shared grief.
But Bacchus is one of the few people here she's certain would neither lie nor attempt to manipulate the social environment to his personal preferences. There's Lancelot, of course; he prefers honest, straightforward dealings, and if ever there's a situation where he seems evasive or indirect, it's because he hasn't processed his own feelings on the matter at hand. And he's willing to put up with far more social ills than he ought. There's Galahad, who is measured serious and thoughtful and scrupulously honest in all things. There's the useless angel, who Susan assumes mightn't lie about anything, but who she still mistrusts as the depths of his uselessness might lead to misleading behaviors. And there's Bacchus himself, who is far too earnest to be dishonest. His flair for the dramatics overlays a genuine spirit. And, importantly, it's never used at the expense of others. He wouldn't spread rumors for the sake of some misbegotten end.
But months! And she hasn't heard as much as a whisper or whimper about this sort of thing. If she'd known - why, if she'd known, at the very least she might've prepared some meals for Claudius and Galahad whilst they focused on Claudius's convalescence. Multiple times?! Her brow furrows. Surely the only reason Luo Binghe walks freely around must mean that only Claudius and Bacchus know what he's done. Ought Susan have been told? Ought everyone be told, that they can be aware? They'd spread the word about Aornis as best they could last spring.
Shen Yuan is dating Luo Binghe. Her heart drops. She can't jump to conclusions about what sort of petty reasons Bacchus speaks of, but - "Someone ought to tell Shen Yuan."
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Susan doesn't much care if people like her or not, but she does crave respect. She does fear ostracization. She prefers that people who dislike her do so accurately. She dreads inaccurate gossip that might lead someone to choose to exclude her from the conversation, generally speaking. To that end, she's loathe to jump on rumors unless it's something she can substantiate with her own experiences. And she has vanishingly few with Luo Binghe: one when she first arrived, which she barely remembers, and one when she was mourning her friend, which was naturally affected by shared grief.
But Bacchus is one of the few people here she's certain would neither lie nor attempt to manipulate the social environment to his personal preferences. There's Lancelot, of course; he prefers honest, straightforward dealings, and if ever there's a situation where he seems evasive or indirect, it's because he hasn't processed his own feelings on the matter at hand. And he's willing to put up with far more social ills than he ought. There's Galahad, who is measured serious and thoughtful and scrupulously honest in all things. There's the useless angel, who Susan assumes mightn't lie about anything, but who she still mistrusts as the depths of his uselessness might lead to misleading behaviors. And there's Bacchus himself, who is far too earnest to be dishonest. His flair for the dramatics overlays a genuine spirit. And, importantly, it's never used at the expense of others. He wouldn't spread rumors for the sake of some misbegotten end.
But months! And she hasn't heard as much as a whisper or whimper about this sort of thing. If she'd known - why, if she'd known, at the very least she might've prepared some meals for Claudius and Galahad whilst they focused on Claudius's convalescence. Multiple times?! Her brow furrows. Surely the only reason Luo Binghe walks freely around must mean that only Claudius and Bacchus know what he's done. Ought Susan have been told? Ought everyone be told, that they can be aware? They'd spread the word about Aornis as best they could last spring.
Shen Yuan is dating Luo Binghe. Her heart drops. She can't jump to conclusions about what sort of petty reasons Bacchus speaks of, but - "Someone ought to tell Shen Yuan."