"I think as long as we're alive, there's something we can do."
The answer comes so easily, something he's spoken and thought more times than he can count. It might sound hollow coming from someone else.
He looks from her hands, to her face, and says, "I don't know what we're going to be able to do, or how much. I don't know how much work will be left when we're done."
Whatever done could possibly mean for them. Vanishing, or death, or capture, or actually saving this world, the Circles undone. Wouldn't that be nice?
"But it'll be more than if we hadn't tried. We're here, and that means something."
"As long as we don't make it worse," Ellie says flippantly, giving a small shrug. They've been doing all right so far, though. No major disasters, no unleashing an apocalypse, no mass casualty.
"And I mean, without us, this asshole noble wouldn't have gotten his counterfeit flower. So really, we're helping."
Ellie gently nudges Holden's arm, flashing him a half-smile, her attempt at humor.
"I've done that before too," he replies, dry. Major disasters, causing a war, mass casualty. "I'd say we're doing alright."
But his tone is light, follows her lead into less fraught territory. He reaches out to give her shoulder a brief squeeze; and then, in a put-upon tone,
"Well, whether it's counterfeit or not will depend on our friend Elarra."
Elarra's shop is near, now, tell-tale sign painted in bright colors. From the looks of her collection as it peeks through glass, if she doesn't have their flower, no one very well might.
Before opening the door he adds, wryly, "But I wouldn't say that too loudly around here."
And with that, they make it to their destination for another round of flower searching and haggling.
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The answer comes so easily, something he's spoken and thought more times than he can count. It might sound hollow coming from someone else.
He looks from her hands, to her face, and says, "I don't know what we're going to be able to do, or how much. I don't know how much work will be left when we're done."
Whatever done could possibly mean for them. Vanishing, or death, or capture, or actually saving this world, the Circles undone. Wouldn't that be nice?
"But it'll be more than if we hadn't tried. We're here, and that means something."
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"And I mean, without us, this asshole noble wouldn't have gotten his counterfeit flower. So really, we're helping."
Ellie gently nudges Holden's arm, flashing him a half-smile, her attempt at humor.
Somehow, she's made things a little too real.
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But his tone is light, follows her lead into less fraught territory. He reaches out to give her shoulder a brief squeeze; and then, in a put-upon tone,
"Well, whether it's counterfeit or not will depend on our friend Elarra."
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The touch doesn't startle her, so she doesn't tense under it. Instead she flashes him a small half-smile, accepting the subject pull.
She chuckles under her breath, starts them moving onward.
"I dunno. Is there an underground rare plant smuggling operation in Thedas?"
If not, they may want to get in on that.
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Elarra's shop is near, now, tell-tale sign painted in bright colors. From the looks of her collection as it peeks through glass, if she doesn't have their flower, no one very well might.
Before opening the door he adds, wryly, "But I wouldn't say that too loudly around here."
And with that, they make it to their destination for another round of flower searching and haggling.