With brandy in hand, GwenaΓ«lle takes a moment to order her thoughts. The thoughts that had led to that publication, while it still existed -
"When I first came to Skyhold," she says, ruminative, "what I saw wasn't heroism from fables. It wasn't anything extraordinary. It was a great many people trying very hard to do something very hard. Strangers to one another working together. I suspect," a little dryly, "that years deep as we are now, familiarity has bred a bit of contempt that wasn't there in the first weeks and months after Trevelyan bit the dust."
What a charming way with words she has in person.
"But that was what I wanted to show...Orlais, and Thedas. That they hadn't got to wait around for someone to come down from the fucking sky to save them, they could do it themselves, that even the smallest things made a difference. That they could contribute. That they should. Don't you want to be proud of where you were standing?"
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"When I first came to Skyhold," she says, ruminative, "what I saw wasn't heroism from fables. It wasn't anything extraordinary. It was a great many people trying very hard to do something very hard. Strangers to one another working together. I suspect," a little dryly, "that years deep as we are now, familiarity has bred a bit of contempt that wasn't there in the first weeks and months after Trevelyan bit the dust."
What a charming way with words she has in person.
"But that was what I wanted to show...Orlais, and Thedas. That they hadn't got to wait around for someone to come down from the fucking sky to save them, they could do it themselves, that even the smallest things made a difference. That they could contribute. That they should. Don't you want to be proud of where you were standing?"