Trev Scabior sold his scruples for a galleon. (opportunist) wrote in wished,
"Yeah, well, maybe next time you'll ask questions instead of assuming I'd do something stupid like go fight in some battle!" Trevor snapped slightly, showing more irritation than any anger. If she was going to whine and attempt to make him feel guilty for his absence she could have at least had the decency to wait until after he'd picked up some lunch. He wasn't even about to try and explain how little of a difference it made to him whether he saw his parents' funerals or not.