"Privacy" is the reason Rabastan gives when he casts a spell placing a sound block around their table.
Then he turns to Autor with a mixed expression on his face.
"Are you in any way even capable of admitting when you've done wrong? At all? Even a little bit?"
It's a mixture of anger, disappointment and even pity.
"You keep making it out that the one person who's at fault in this entire fuck-up between you and I is Elea. Not you. Not me. Elea."
He closes his eyes for a moment.
"You treat her niceness to you, her concern for us as if it was some great offence to you. That this is some inconvenience thrust upon you by some meddling do-gooder.
"It's like your thinking is 'It's Elea's fault that I had to address my reasons for being angry with Rabastan'. 'It's Elea's fault I'm sitting in a nice place to eat, and on her coin'. 'It's Elea's fault for ... everything that's happened today'
"Where are you in this Autor? The party who's been wronged, if I'm to go by how even now you won't admit that you made a massive error in judgement back at Gideon's shop."
He shakes his head.
"You're sorry for how she left. You're sorry for how this upsets me. You're not sorry at all for your actions before this point. At all.
"I'm surprised you aren't blaming me for seriously misjudging your actions earlier and thinking that Elea was ready to move on, and that you somehow was a reminder to her that she could find someone better than me who suits her.
"And I'm sorry that I did think that of you and of her. That I should not be so insecure."
He wipes his face with his wand hand.
"No, Autor. I'm not considering you as a friend because I don't have many. I'm considering you as a friend because if I'm going to be communicating with you, that it would be a good idea to do it under the banner of friendship.
"And even here you won't admit you do wrong. Only tell me that I have no reason to seek you out, with your only admission being that you're disagreeable. Not that your disagreeableness causes people who could've been your best friends to come to wish they'd never spoken with you."
Again the mixed expression.
"When are you going to start owning your responsibilities for all the times you screw up? When?"
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Then he turns to Autor with a mixed expression on his face.
"Are you in any way even capable of admitting when you've done wrong? At all? Even a little bit?"
It's a mixture of anger, disappointment and even pity.
"You keep making it out that the one person who's at fault in this entire fuck-up between you and I is Elea. Not you. Not me. Elea."
He closes his eyes for a moment.
"You treat her niceness to you, her concern for us as if it was some great offence to you. That this is some inconvenience thrust upon you by some meddling do-gooder.
"It's like your thinking is 'It's Elea's fault that I had to address my reasons for being angry with Rabastan'. 'It's Elea's fault I'm sitting in a nice place to eat, and on her coin'. 'It's Elea's fault for ... everything that's happened today'
"Where are you in this Autor? The party who's been wronged, if I'm to go by how even now you won't admit that you made a massive error in judgement back at Gideon's shop."
He shakes his head.
"You're sorry for how she left. You're sorry for how this upsets me. You're not sorry at all for your actions before this point. At all.
"I'm surprised you aren't blaming me for seriously misjudging your actions earlier and thinking that Elea was ready to move on, and that you somehow was a reminder to her that she could find someone better than me who suits her.
"And I'm sorry that I did think that of you and of her. That I should not be so insecure."
He wipes his face with his wand hand.
"No, Autor. I'm not considering you as a friend because I don't have many. I'm considering you as a friend because if I'm going to be communicating with you, that it would be a good idea to do it under the banner of friendship.
"And even here you won't admit you do wrong. Only tell me that I have no reason to seek you out, with your only admission being that you're disagreeable. Not that your disagreeableness causes people who could've been your best friends to come to wish they'd never spoken with you."
Again the mixed expression.
"When are you going to start owning your responsibilities for all the times you screw up? When?"