[If asked for an opinion, she will always give one. If not asked for an opinion, she will still voice one because there are many who would wish her to be silent. Now more than ever, a voice counts, the trouble lies in choosing the right one to listen to and in making sure one is heard above the general clamour.
Though she doesn't need to give voice to the thought, when things are held in too long they have a way of festering so she continues without hesitation.] Ferelden had a Hero, Kirkwall had a Champion, what is the Inquisition with an Inquisitor? Though how one could even be chosen now, I cannot say. Others are here with the same mark as the Herald yet there is but one native to Thedas, the rest - well, I did hear that they were suspected to be demons at first. [Unsurprising but disappointing, though that's the general state of affairs with everything these days.]
Something other than what you are? [But that's a soft question, one she's asked herself because she doesn't know exactly what Leliana knows of her beyond more than she would truly like her to, unavoidable as that is. Ten years is a long time, and she's asked it of herself less in the past few years than she did at first, when Kieran came along and changed more and more of her.] The Chantry would have those answers, if they remember, if they would say more than 'magic is to serve man' and to remind us of what the heathen elves did once as they do not once mention the role Shartan played in fighting alongside their blessed Andraste.
We forget the past, trample it beneath our feet, leave nothing but ruins and dust, wondering why the world gets smaller and smaller about us. [It's the great frustration of her life when she picks over the bones Tevinter left, trying to find the smallest fragments of something even most elves have forgotten by now, stitching it together more crudely than she cares for because there's no other way to do it.] There is so little wonder left, and so many who would be rid of that too.
[At least it's a tentative step towards common ground, a branch extended because she is here to help, more honest than she was before, even volunteering without having to be asked.]
I shall be certain to inform Alistair of that. [You know, for the inevitable face he'll make at her.] And the truth?
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Though she doesn't need to give voice to the thought, when things are held in too long they have a way of festering so she continues without hesitation.] Ferelden had a Hero, Kirkwall had a Champion, what is the Inquisition with an Inquisitor? Though how one could even be chosen now, I cannot say. Others are here with the same mark as the Herald yet there is but one native to Thedas, the rest - well, I did hear that they were suspected to be demons at first. [Unsurprising but disappointing, though that's the general state of affairs with everything these days.]
Something other than what you are? [But that's a soft question, one she's asked herself because she doesn't know exactly what Leliana knows of her beyond more than she would truly like her to, unavoidable as that is. Ten years is a long time, and she's asked it of herself less in the past few years than she did at first, when Kieran came along and changed more and more of her.] The Chantry would have those answers, if they remember, if they would say more than 'magic is to serve man' and to remind us of what the heathen elves did once as they do not once mention the role Shartan played in fighting alongside their blessed Andraste.
We forget the past, trample it beneath our feet, leave nothing but ruins and dust, wondering why the world gets smaller and smaller about us. [It's the great frustration of her life when she picks over the bones Tevinter left, trying to find the smallest fragments of something even most elves have forgotten by now, stitching it together more crudely than she cares for because there's no other way to do it.] There is so little wonder left, and so many who would be rid of that too.
[At least it's a tentative step towards common ground, a branch extended because she is here to help, more honest than she was before, even volunteering without having to be asked.]
I shall be certain to inform Alistair of that. [You know, for the inevitable face he'll make at her.] And the truth?
[Or as close to the truth as Morrigan will get.]