Alistair feels awkward, too, like Ellana. Superfluous, because he hardly knows the man—and then sheltered, when Kaidan takes the blame for the delay. If he hadn't made it sound unavoidable, Alistair might not have allowed it. As it is his brow furrows, just a little, and he looks away from them and back to Ellana, who gets a sort of sad, sort of sheepish crook of a smile.
When they get into the song, though—Alistair glances at Adelaide when she asks, then at Kaidan while he lies, and keeps looking at him while Sabriel agrees, trying to ask for permission, ser. Whether he receives it or not, he says, "No."
Sorry.
"The song is the Old Gods calling, the way they call the darkspawn. He shouldn't hear it anymore, but I'm sure he does. Right now we all hear it. Every Warden in the South. Usually it means we're going to die soon." That's why they're acting as if they've gone insane, for future reference. But Alistair isn't divulging secrets just to protect their already-dodgy reputation. He's looking at Dorian, who's a shady Tevinter almost-magister whispered about in the hallways but, nonetheless, the closest present link to the war room and the decisions made there: "If you want to help him now, you have to help us."
He might not have been the worst king ever. He might be the worst Warden ever, on the other hand, but he learned that from Cousland. This is how they stopped the Blight. Make trades. Make it personal. Weisshaupt may not like it, but Weisshaupt isn't here. Only Kaidan. He can ground Alistair later if he wants to.
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When they get into the song, though—Alistair glances at Adelaide when she asks, then at Kaidan while he lies, and keeps looking at him while Sabriel agrees, trying to ask for permission, ser. Whether he receives it or not, he says, "No."
Sorry.
"The song is the Old Gods calling, the way they call the darkspawn. He shouldn't hear it anymore, but I'm sure he does. Right now we all hear it. Every Warden in the South. Usually it means we're going to die soon." That's why they're acting as if they've gone insane, for future reference. But Alistair isn't divulging secrets just to protect their already-dodgy reputation. He's looking at Dorian, who's a shady Tevinter almost-magister whispered about in the hallways but, nonetheless, the closest present link to the war room and the decisions made there: "If you want to help him now, you have to help us."
He might not have been the worst king ever. He might be the worst Warden ever, on the other hand, but he learned that from Cousland. This is how they stopped the Blight. Make trades. Make it personal. Weisshaupt may not like it, but Weisshaupt isn't here. Only Kaidan. He can ground Alistair later if he wants to.