[ He has seen A Lot Of Shit, and he has the sort of strong stomach that makes saying things like that just seems so excessive when darkspawn string up corpses seem like a good idea. But when he was nine, his only real concerns were still avoiding Lady Isolde and keeping the dogs from making off with his assortment of crudely-carved wooden soldiers while he slept. ]
[Well, now she feels like a jerk. She said a lot of things that were never about her, and made them sound like they were about her. She lets out a huff.]
Well, I'm a perfect arsehole. Don't tell Merrick what I told you about his father. Mythal'enaste, what's wrong with me.
Thank you. For listening. It's...strange, living among people who don't already know everything about me. I don't think I've spoken about most of that at all since it happened.
[ He knows of Merrick. The snarl-faced kid who follows Zevran around. But there's no risk of Alistair casually mentioning his father's gruesome death in conversation, is his point. ]
I'm always happy to listen, to anything, at any time.
[ That's an exaggeration, but not much of one. Having hope that the song isn't really the Calling and can be stopped isn't preventing it from getting louder. ]
Not many, I suppose, but not for lack of trying on my part. I've been working on my attentive listening face. But since you can't see my face, maybe that's the problem, hm.
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I'm sorry.
[ He has seen A Lot Of Shit, and he has the sort of strong stomach that makes saying things like that just seems so excessive when darkspawn string up corpses seem like a good idea. But when he was nine, his only real concerns were still avoiding Lady Isolde and keeping the dogs from making off with his assortment of crudely-carved wooden soldiers while he slept. ]
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[Well, now she feels like a jerk. She said a lot of things that were never about her, and made them sound like they were about her. She lets out a huff.]
Well, I'm a perfect arsehole. Don't tell Merrick what I told you about his father. Mythal'enaste, what's wrong with me.
Thank you. For listening. It's...strange, living among people who don't already know everything about me. I don't think I've spoken about most of that at all since it happened.
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[ He knows of Merrick. The snarl-faced kid who follows Zevran around. But there's no risk of Alistair casually mentioning his father's gruesome death in conversation, is his point. ]
I'm always happy to listen, to anything, at any time.
[ That's an exaggeration, but not much of one. Having hope that the song isn't really the Calling and can be stopped isn't preventing it from getting louder. ]
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