Propaganda. Right. That's what they were talking about.
Alistair rubs his eyes with his hand, punching in toward the bridge of his nose. His blighted name. He'd happily be eclipsed by Cousland for the rest of his life, outshone by anyone at all bright enough to make him invisible, if it meant never having to hear you're not what I expected again.
But if he's what they have, he's what they have.
"Let's see if we find him first," he says, dropping the hand from his eyes. "If he's alive and not hiding intentionally—" which doesn't sound like him, however bitter Alistair is; if he's alive he's being held against his will or is on the trail of something legitimately more important than Corypheus and the breakdown of the Order or... just hasn't heard the news, somehow. "—then he'll probably take his job back and the two of you can sort it out."
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Propaganda. Right. That's what they were talking about.
Alistair rubs his eyes with his hand, punching in toward the bridge of his nose. His blighted name. He'd happily be eclipsed by Cousland for the rest of his life, outshone by anyone at all bright enough to make him invisible, if it meant never having to hear you're not what I expected again.
But if he's what they have, he's what they have.
"Let's see if we find him first," he says, dropping the hand from his eyes. "If he's alive and not hiding intentionally—" which doesn't sound like him, however bitter Alistair is; if he's alive he's being held against his will or is on the trail of something legitimately more important than Corypheus and the breakdown of the Order or... just hasn't heard the news, somehow. "—then he'll probably take his job back and the two of you can sort it out."