Return to the Blackmarsh

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WHO: Inessa, Anders, Kain, Myr, Melys, Loghain
WHAT: Searching for the orb of the First and dealing with Veil issues.
WHEN: Mid to later October
WHERE: The Blackmarsh
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[justice_is_blond]

So there was something else going on, not inexperience, not surprise. And he doesn't want prying. Sometimes Anders can't tell when someone is trying not to talk, but this time he's clued in enough to feel awkward. He takes a breath, stalling and failing at knowing what else to say.

All right. Maybe fully direct is better than blurting?

"So what is it? What's causing you to freeze up when you've dealt with other hazards on the roads? Is it the blight aspect of it? Are you truly scared by the lack of Templars?" He doesn't think the last question is touching on the truth of the matter, but who knows. Loyalists are very odd sorts. Maybe their captors brought them some sort of feeling of security, despite how unthinkable that is in the light of day.

[faithlikeaseed]

"So what is it?"

Oh, no--no, no, no-- Cornered and caught on his back foot, Myr knows he can't very well lie his way out of admitting what had happened, but the litany of questions has the panic clawing its way up the back of his throat again, his pulse beating faster, fingers white-knuckled where he clutches at the edge of the table--

It gives way so easily to anger at the last; only his implicit promise to Petra keeps him from snarling out a 'fuck you,' quitting the table and storming off (that and he'll be damned if he gives ground here, to this shem in particular).

"Do you really think so little of us, Warden?" Despite his emotions, he can keep his voice in check--he can still do that much.

[justice_is_blond]

He's quiet for several moments, seeing the visible signs of distress in Myr, and seeing the easy route out that the other mage takes. Anders exhales. He'll get no answer here... but maybe they can discuss something else.

"So little of the people who are so afraid of the outside world that they'll cage everyone? Of the Loyalists who killed other mages, struck them down, as they escaped? Of those who won't allow for choice for the rest of us and insist that the Circles must come back for all mages? Yes. I can't fathom it. I can't fathom how you hear of the pain and suffering of so many others and yet hold that we need Circles and we need Templars."

There's earnestness to his voice. He's listening this time, asking the question. Will Myr answer or get fed up? All other Loyalists have gotten fed up, continuing to lower them in his estimations.

"I do not understand seeing abusers as protectors."

[faithlikeaseed]

The conversational turn is so whiplash-quick it leaves Myr gaping across the table at the other mage. Surely it's something that needs to be discussed--surely it's the opportunity he'd been waiting for--

...He can't do this.

Not now, not when the horror of the marsh is still on him--the creeping reminder that he'd broken, that he'd failed, and it's only by the Maker's grace that he didn't get any of them killed. (Not when he has someone across from him saying, in not so many words, that he'd deserved what had happened to him. Loyalist traitors will burn with the Chantry.)

Silently, Myr puts his face in his hands, bites his tongue.

Maker (and Petra) forgive him, he can't do this.

[justice_is_blond]

This is worse than useless. Maker's breath. How are the Loyalists even winning when they're... No, he knows how. Because the Chantry wants them to win, and all of the people who profit off caging mages want them to win. Even if the rebels all wind up being more able to do anything than Myrobalan has proven in swamp and at table, they're still woefully outnumbered and the Loyalists still have Vivienne.

"Fine. I've something else to do anyway." He takes his drink and gets up, leaving Myrobalan and wondering how much is wrong with the elf that he can't even talk.