That's good, actually. It, she, whatever, was just a spirit, just some stupid magic thing tricking him. He doesn't feel slighted by it. It's good, actually. Now he doesn't have to worry over finding a safe place for it, to make sure it's well fed and not used instead of cared for.
His shoulders relax, slightly.
In Skyhold, a place he's never been but yearned to go, he finds a sky far more alien than Earth's, or Ilus', or even outside the windows of the Roci. He can't put his finger on it, it's just wrong.
Better though than looking at the shining presence, wrapped in gold.
To Jos-- she, he thinks, is real-- "I draw the line at talking to dead people." But that's him. Does she need something from this undead prophet?
LOCKED TO JOS.
That's good, actually. It, she, whatever, was just a spirit, just some stupid magic thing tricking him. He doesn't feel slighted by it. It's good, actually. Now he doesn't have to worry over finding a safe place for it, to make sure it's well fed and not used instead of cared for.
His shoulders relax, slightly.
In Skyhold, a place he's never been but yearned to go, he finds a sky far more alien than Earth's, or Ilus', or even outside the windows of the Roci. He can't put his finger on it, it's just wrong.
Better though than looking at the shining presence, wrapped in gold.
To Jos-- she, he thinks, is real-- "I draw the line at talking to dead people." But that's him. Does she need something from this undead prophet?