Raju frowns, trying to untangle the question. It's simple, is the difficult thing; that means the simple, obvious answer must not be what Fitzjames is looking for. Or maybe he doesn't see it. He said he was shot, which doesn't make him a military man, but hadn't some of those stories Francis has told him about been about something...
It hadn't been the part Raju had been paying attention to. He isn't sure. Raju might think the question pointed to some lingering hard feeling over it, but he'd sounded very practical when he'd asked.
"You know about the Forest Talkers, don't you? Not that last attack, but the ones in the weeks before? If you had been one of them you'd only have come back once I'd gone inside, maybe when Francis was sleeping.
"I know better now," he tries, shrugging. Fitzjames isn't dangerous, not in the way Raju had thought before he knew who he'd been looking at, and that's that. But it isn't for Fitzjames, apparently. "I... do regret it," Raju says and then goes on with a smile, in case good humour would soothe hard feelings that he only isn't seeing. "But it wasn't anything to do with you."
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It hadn't been the part Raju had been paying attention to. He isn't sure. Raju might think the question pointed to some lingering hard feeling over it, but he'd sounded very practical when he'd asked.
"You know about the Forest Talkers, don't you? Not that last attack, but the ones in the weeks before? If you had been one of them you'd only have come back once I'd gone inside, maybe when Francis was sleeping.
"I know better now," he tries, shrugging. Fitzjames isn't dangerous, not in the way Raju had thought before he knew who he'd been looking at, and that's that. But it isn't for Fitzjames, apparently. "I... do regret it," Raju says and then goes on with a smile, in case good humour would soothe hard feelings that he only isn't seeing. "But it wasn't anything to do with you."