[She punches him in the arm, which, despite her being surprisingly strong, basically amounts to trying to karate-chop a golem. She shakes out her hand and cradles it against her chest.]
I'm not humorless-- [she can't deny she's controlling] --and I would never, never, you brat--
[and this is the hormones, the squeaky weeping she breaks into. Otherwise, she would take it in stride and either be cold as ice or admit he's right and she needs to face up to this challenge. Anders has basically told her the same thing. But Anders doesn't know what Alistair knows. Anders doesn't know what really terrifies her about being a mother, and Alistair does, though he hasn't put it together, but used it as a weapon. And now she can't stop the squeaky, hoarse sobbing into her hands, though she tries.]
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[She punches him in the arm, which, despite her being surprisingly strong, basically amounts to trying to karate-chop a golem. She shakes out her hand and cradles it against her chest.]
I'm not humorless-- [she can't deny she's controlling] --and I would never, never, you brat--
[and this is the hormones, the squeaky weeping she breaks into. Otherwise, she would take it in stride and either be cold as ice or admit he's right and she needs to face up to this challenge. Anders has basically told her the same thing. But Anders doesn't know what Alistair knows. Anders doesn't know what really terrifies her about being a mother, and Alistair does, though he hasn't put it together, but used it as a weapon. And now she can't stop the squeaky, hoarse sobbing into her hands, though she tries.]