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[keenly]

WHO: Simon and Colin
WHAT: Truths are out and spoken. Might as well address the elephant in the room.
WHEN: Shortly post-blue flu.
WHERE: The Gallows
NOTES: I'll update if any warnings come up, but there's likely going to be something.

Colin is taking his laundry down from a line in one of the Gallows courtyards when he sees the man, and feels very strange indeed. His mind knows he is no longer a Circle prisoner, but his gaze lowers anyway, head ducking, heartbeat picking up, hands speeding on their task so he can get finished and get out. His body has not yet learned the difference between now and then, and his body must be very good at tricking even his mind. Briefly, he is back there, standing alone in an open space, vulnerable and open to attack. And for some reason, some templars really think--thought--that it was appropriate to waylay and converse with him when he had no choice, no excuse but to stand there and make small talk, during which anything he said could be used against him. Most templars don't want anything from him besides a little small talk, but not all templars are most templars. It only takes one to make a mage fear them all.

Simon doesn't seem like he's like that. Though there may be no evidence one way or the other, Colin wills himself to risk it. He has to be able to risk these things if he is going to function within the Inquisition. Even should Simon be the very worst sort of villain, this is not the Circle, and he is not alone here. And he doesn't think Simon is like that. Simon was a tall, goofy klutz to Colin before he was ever a templar of any sort. The man hasn't changed in the course of those couple of months, only the one piece of information Colin has about him. So Colin wills his hands to slow down, wills himself to remember this is the Inquisition and they are equals here.