The job done, he goes back to the bag of coffee beans he'd brought with him, starts pouring some out for a fresh grind. Whether Corypheus started out special magister or darkspawn — there are a lot of things that constitute humanity, besides physiology.
"Oh, I mean," and Benedict pauses in the doorway, a cup in each hand. He turns with the kind of little smile that could only be described as dorky, this being a subject of particular interest to him.
"He did. He was a person once, thousands of years ago. I might even be related to him, distantly, though that's neither here nor there." He clears his throat, recognizing that may not be information he should be volunteering. "...but he was very much a real person, and a Magister at that. A historical figure. Who perhaps enjoyed coffee, once."
He remembers Isaac, before even the dreams, the first to tell him about Corypheus's life before: The Imperium is ruled by mages called Magisters. Corypheus claims to be one of them. He remembers the red lyrium dragon raining down death on an unprepared city, one that had done little else but refuse rule by Tevinter.
He shakes his head.
"Maybe humanity wasn't the right word." It's only a matter of months till he'll have been in Thedas a year, but adjusting his vocabulary for non-human races can still be tricky. "I don't particularly care what species he is or was. But people don't become world-destroying creatures out of nowhere, no matter where they started. They make choices, and they keep making choices, based on what they think matters. As far as I can tell, he started placing other things above the dignity of other peoples' lives before he became a darkspawn. And that means he chose to be a monster a long time before he actually turned into one."
Benedict's smile quiets into something slightly more abashed-- realizing it may have seemed like he was defending Corypheus makes this awkward in a way he hadn't accounted for.
"Well. ...yes." His mouth twists to one side, his eyes on the floor. Perhaps it's best to cut his losses here.
"...anyway, thanks for the coffee." Raising both mugs, he flashes a little smirk again before turning to escape, assuming the conversation ends here.
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In his humble opinion. His agreement is good-natured despite the hour of night; and he quietly moves to filling the second cup once the first is done.
"Too bad we can't stop Corypheus with good coffee." He pauses. "Or bad coffee."
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The job done, he goes back to the bag of coffee beans he'd brought with him, starts pouring some out for a fresh grind. Whether Corypheus started out special magister or darkspawn — there are a lot of things that constitute humanity, besides physiology.
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"He did. He was a person once, thousands of years ago. I might even be related to him, distantly, though that's neither here nor there." He clears his throat, recognizing that may not be information he should be volunteering.
"...but he was very much a real person, and a Magister at that. A historical figure. Who perhaps enjoyed coffee, once."
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He shakes his head.
"Maybe humanity wasn't the right word." It's only a matter of months till he'll have been in Thedas a year, but adjusting his vocabulary for non-human races can still be tricky. "I don't particularly care what species he is or was. But people don't become world-destroying creatures out of nowhere, no matter where they started. They make choices, and they keep making choices, based on what they think matters. As far as I can tell, he started placing other things above the dignity of other peoples' lives before he became a darkspawn. And that means he chose to be a monster a long time before he actually turned into one."
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"Well. ...yes." His mouth twists to one side, his eyes on the floor. Perhaps it's best to cut his losses here.
"...anyway, thanks for the coffee." Raising both mugs, he flashes a little smirk again before turning to escape, assuming the conversation ends here.