[ He hates to say Anders is likely correct, but that would be the only explanation. Whatever he thinks of the mage, he can say that his conviction felt so real as they argued, as if he truly believed the things he said. And maybe he should...maybe Fenris is the one who's wrong. ]
Maybe not so difficult to believe after all. [ He crosses his arms, staring off into the distance that isn't even visible from inside these walls, seeing things only he can see. While Anders feels fascinated by the prospect of this power, Fenris feels disquieted. ] If anyone's magic is capable, it's the Imperium's. Danarius has many secrets. He created me, after all.
[ Finally, Fenris returns to his seat, sighing heavily as the implications of everything start to bear down on him like an angry quanari. ]
Varric, the mouthy dwarf who tells stories, remained glued to Hawke's side at all times. Impossibly nosy. [ His elbows rest against his knees as he props his chin up, cycling through all his memories of everyone. It's...hard sometimes. It's as if his mind tries desperately to forget. ] Merrill...mousy blood mage from the Sabrae clan. They were all too happy to get rid of her, as I recall. Isabela, captain of a dry docked ship, Siren's Call. She made many visits to your clinic...so I was told. [ Gossip, naturally. ] She doesn't wear pants.
[ He misses her, and he hates that he does. He misses...all of it, in a sick way. Traveling with companions. ]
Carver...forever a chip on his shoulder for being in his brother's shadow. He eventually became a warden after being infected by the blight.
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Date: 2023-01-22 07:43 pm (UTC)Maybe not so difficult to believe after all. [ He crosses his arms, staring off into the distance that isn't even visible from inside these walls, seeing things only he can see. While Anders feels fascinated by the prospect of this power, Fenris feels disquieted. ] If anyone's magic is capable, it's the Imperium's. Danarius has many secrets. He created me, after all.
[ Finally, Fenris returns to his seat, sighing heavily as the implications of everything start to bear down on him like an angry quanari. ]
Varric, the mouthy dwarf who tells stories, remained glued to Hawke's side at all times. Impossibly nosy. [ His elbows rest against his knees as he props his chin up, cycling through all his memories of everyone. It's...hard sometimes. It's as if his mind tries desperately to forget. ] Merrill...mousy blood mage from the Sabrae clan. They were all too happy to get rid of her, as I recall. Isabela, captain of a dry docked ship, Siren's Call. She made many visits to your clinic...so I was told. [ Gossip, naturally. ] She doesn't wear pants.
[ He misses her, and he hates that he does. He misses...all of it, in a sick way. Traveling with companions. ]
Carver...forever a chip on his shoulder for being in his brother's shadow. He eventually became a warden after being infected by the blight.
[ He finally glances over at Anders. ]
Anything?