"I can't think of going anywhere until I know that the Chantry is finished sending it's people to kill mine. I wasn't here when it mattered, so I can't—I can't turn my back on it now."
She can say this to him without any hesitation. She's tempered her own anger, quieted it into something more palatable even though she knows there's no mistaking her disdain for the Chantry in the end. Marcus' tone is a familiar harmony. She hears in him what she's carried with her for years, what the agony and loss had calcified into since she fled Rivain.
There is some discordant note that she knows stems from the Circles they emerged from. But does her idea of a Circle even count as such? The Chantry hadn't thought so.
"I would have taught young mages how to use their magic, or I would have taken my place among the Seers. But I can't do any of that until Corypheus is dead and the Chantry is dealt with. So it doesn't matter. Not yet."
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She can say this to him without any hesitation. She's tempered her own anger, quieted it into something more palatable even though she knows there's no mistaking her disdain for the Chantry in the end. Marcus' tone is a familiar harmony. She hears in him what she's carried with her for years, what the agony and loss had calcified into since she fled Rivain.
There is some discordant note that she knows stems from the Circles they emerged from. But does her idea of a Circle even count as such? The Chantry hadn't thought so.
"I would have taught young mages how to use their magic, or I would have taken my place among the Seers. But I can't do any of that until Corypheus is dead and the Chantry is dealt with. So it doesn't matter. Not yet."