[ He bends his arm up to rest his hand on Zevran's head—because he didn't think Zevran was adorable, he thought he was going to poison their food, and he still feels bad about it. He doesn't apologize; he has before, and he also feels bad about other things, more recently, equally relevantly, half the reason for the circles under his eyes. Why he's handling this all more poorly than most. ]
They're dying. All of them. If they aren't already dead. [ And here he is again, lighting a beacon, only the moment where Loghain's forces were poised on the edges has stretched into months. ] And we're doing it to ourselves. No one's going to understand.
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[ He bends his arm up to rest his hand on Zevran's head—because he didn't think Zevran was adorable, he thought he was going to poison their food, and he still feels bad about it. He doesn't apologize; he has before, and he also feels bad about other things, more recently, equally relevantly, half the reason for the circles under his eyes. Why he's handling this all more poorly than most. ]
They're dying. All of them. If they aren't already dead. [ And here he is again, lighting a beacon, only the moment where Loghain's forces were poised on the edges has stretched into months. ] And we're doing it to ourselves. No one's going to understand.