[ Hm is a little imperious, flicking a page aside. ]
Good to know you've more wits about you than those in the Magisterium currently vying to lick Corypheus's lyrium engorged arsehole. I wouldn't call that an affect of the south. An affect of the south is a degraded taste in liquor.
[ He's seen a few, over the years. Studied it when it was whole, even, lodged in Evelyn's hand, and when Solas wasn't looking. Not that his research took him very far, but the sight is familiar regardless, acknowledging it with a glance. ]
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Good to know you've more wits about you than those in the Magisterium currently vying to lick Corypheus's lyrium engorged arsehole. I wouldn't call that an affect of the south. An affect of the south is a degraded taste in liquor.
[ He flicks a look at him. ]
You've met him, you say?
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[Like his parents, he need not say. Instead, he extends his left hand and pulls off the glove he wears at all times, revealing the rift shard.]
He had a special interest in how I got this. Wanted to know where the rest of it was, whatever that means.
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[ He's seen a few, over the years. Studied it when it was whole, even, lodged in Evelyn's hand, and when Solas wasn't looking. Not that his research took him very far, but the sight is familiar regardless, acknowledging it with a glance. ]
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[He flexes his fingers over it, then withdraws his hand.]
It was no secret that the Rifters are here. That we collect them, and the others from Thedas who have shards.
[He purses his lips, his eyes going distant.]
...I just. Shouldn't have confirmed it.
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If wishes were sovereigns.
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[Said grimly, but with a smirk in return.]
So, that's that.
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[ Page flip. ]
Perhaps so. Perhaps if you allow it to be.
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[He looks up.]
...but I have a future. One I don't intend to squander.
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So when I ask you if you're a spy or a turncoat, you'll say--
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