The men and women of Skyfire Locks like to boast about their young lord; they like to tell adventurers and passersby of his piety, his discernment, his forgiveness, his grace. But the truth is that Francel is just a man — not an angel among men — and he is not above things like jealousy, and blame, and irrational hatred. In the wake of Haurchefant's death, blame had seemed like a good alternative. If Ser Aymeric hadn't been a fool. If Felih Tia had never come to Ishgard. If this, if that — Haurchefant would still be alive.
Time has not brought healing, but it has brought detachment. Aloofness. The question that plagues Francel now isn't whether or not Felih is responsible for Haurchefant's death. It's whether or not Francel's feelings mattered. Whether or not anything about him ever mattered at all.
He has the feeling he knows the answer: they didn't. He didn't.
"All is well in Skyfire Locks," Francel says, offering the answer to a question that he knows Felih did not ask. "The people have no particular troubles of note. And Lord Emmanellain appears to be settling into his new position at Camp Dragonhead quite well. Young Honoroit has been very helpful in that regard..."
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Time has not brought healing, but it has brought detachment. Aloofness. The question that plagues Francel now isn't whether or not Felih is responsible for Haurchefant's death. It's whether or not Francel's feelings mattered. Whether or not anything about him ever mattered at all.
He has the feeling he knows the answer: they didn't. He didn't.
"All is well in Skyfire Locks," Francel says, offering the answer to a question that he knows Felih did not ask. "The people have no particular troubles of note. And Lord Emmanellain appears to be settling into his new position at Camp Dragonhead quite well. Young Honoroit has been very helpful in that regard..."