There's something fucking weird going on. Which is both normal for the Inquisition and, as he's gathered in their time here, normal for Kirkwall, but this kind of fucking weird is not normal, so unless everyone's finally gone completely and utterly insane--
He wouldn't fully put that past anyone, really, but he's going to calmly go about his day and not see or hear or witness anything weird, because, that would just be crazy, right, and if it's ghosts, if it's really ghost-ghosts, then, well, how many people does he know here who are dead now, would Rifter spirits be stuck here, too, is that how that works? He worries at the scarred flesh around his neck and wanders into the garden, because if there's somewhere he can find a little peace without leaving the Gallows, then surely--
Then...surely...
He almost walks past. Just a conversation, no need to get involved. But one of the two is less than fully physical, and more than that, one of the two is familiar in a way that makes the bottom drop out of his gut. He stares. It's rude, but who the fuck is gonna notice except for Nari?
"You know she can't--" he starts, then stops. Then, lamely, finishes: "...hear you. Right?" Because what the fuck does he know, maybe she does. Maybe she can. Maybe it's not fully unlike the images, the people, seen in that strange mountain village, only these ones don't beckon anyone to stay.
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He wouldn't fully put that past anyone, really, but he's going to calmly go about his day and not see or hear or witness anything weird, because, that would just be crazy, right, and if it's ghosts, if it's really ghost-ghosts, then, well, how many people does he know here who are dead now, would Rifter spirits be stuck here, too, is that how that works? He worries at the scarred flesh around his neck and wanders into the garden, because if there's somewhere he can find a little peace without leaving the Gallows, then surely--
Then...surely...
He almost walks past. Just a conversation, no need to get involved. But one of the two is less than fully physical, and more than that, one of the two is familiar in a way that makes the bottom drop out of his gut. He stares. It's rude, but who the fuck is gonna notice except for Nari?
"You know she can't--" he starts, then stops. Then, lamely, finishes: "...hear you. Right?" Because what the fuck does he know, maybe she does. Maybe she can. Maybe it's not fully unlike the images, the people, seen in that strange mountain village, only these ones don't beckon anyone to stay.