[ Of course, he'd like to say, but apparently it's not that obvious. He coughs instead. ]
Sure. There are the darkspawn, there are demons—not even abominations, there are demons running around all over Thedas now, and no one's debating whether or not that should be allowed. It doesn't have to be about mages. Or the Chantry. If you don't want it to be. [ He pauses. ] Who is it you're reporting to now, exactly?
[Cade nods as he listens. He does want it to be about mages and the Chantry, but possibly only because it's always been. He's considered that before, but it's a hard thought to let himself have. It undermines a lot of things.]
Um... Ser Coupe. [Kind of. If anyone.] ...I'll be working as a scribe for Myrobalan. Soon.
Nnno, [ Alistair answers, with equal uncertainty. He is rarely sure what it is Cade wants from him. Not that he’d give it to him if he did know, but it would be nice to know where he stood, in the scheme of giving or not giving the expected thing. ] I don’t know what to say, that’s all.
[And here they are again. Somehow it always ends up this way, with awkward shuffling and no idea how to proceed, as though they're strangers. And maybe they are. Maybe it's been too long, and they should give up on that brief connection they had.
But then, Alistair did think to give him a gift.]
...I really like it. [Cade turns the box over in his hands.] It... it'll help.
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[ Of course, he'd like to say, but apparently it's not that obvious. He coughs instead. ]
Sure. There are the darkspawn, there are demons—not even abominations, there are demons running around all over Thedas now, and no one's debating whether or not that should be allowed. It doesn't have to be about mages. Or the Chantry. If you don't want it to be. [ He pauses. ] Who is it you're reporting to now, exactly?
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Um... Ser Coupe. [Kind of. If anyone.] ...I'll be working as a scribe for Myrobalan. Soon.
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...is, um, is something wrong?
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[And here they are again. Somehow it always ends up this way, with awkward shuffling and no idea how to proceed, as though they're strangers. And maybe they are. Maybe it's been too long, and they should give up on that brief connection they had.
But then, Alistair did think to give him a gift.]
...I really like it. [Cade turns the box over in his hands.] It... it'll help.