"I'm told that ambassador Montilyet is pleased with the…restraint you showed in Valence," The scout reports as I approach Leliana, leaning over her desk looing busy as I note an envelope on her desk.
"Ugh, she positivity beside herself. I will never hear the end of it. 'niceness before knives Leliana! Haven't I always told you?'" She mocks Josephine's voice making me snicker.
"Will that be all my lady?" The scout enquires.
"For now," She dismisses the scout who turns to jump back, bowing his head frightened and leaves
"I see you've been making friends. So how are things?" I ask curious, taking a seat opposite her, feet on desk, she doesn't comment.
"Good. Wonderful. Valence was something of a rebirth for me. If you hadn't been with me at Valence I would have killed Natalie. I'd have told you I didn't have a choice but there is always a choice. I am more than this. I am more than what Justina made me…Fennic…thank you," Grateful, she bows her head to me.
"I still don't get why you didn't ask Eve," I mutter still feeling bits of the chantry's disgusting wax stench on me.
"Because...don't tell the inquisitor this but I find you much better companionship than her. Besides…you helped me. Fennic we are much similar in some ways. We both had a rebirth of our own didn't we?" Brightly, she smiles at me as I shrug, spotting her staring at a golden box.
"Sort of," I shrug it off not wishing to speak of it but sighing.
"Fennic…when you were free…were you scared? You did you know what to do? What you could be after what he made you?" Leliana question briefly making my blood turn ice cold as I turn away, feeling a brief pinch of anger at the memory.
"Yep, I was terrified. I had no bloody clue and that's what scares me the most," I sigh tiredly confessing the truth.
"I was terrified, I just thought what now? What purpose did I hold and…the purpose Denarius gave me…was lost. I had lost everything, my duty, my purpose, my job I was angry, I was sad, but most of all I was scared and that fear turned to rage. Hawke saw that and she…she with everyone else helped me find a purpose again…I'm just glad. I was able to save another like me," I confess sadly but truthfully to her, only to frown at how corny that sounded.
"How did you cope?" She questions baffled.
"Oh I didn't," I shrug casually making her frown.
"Huh?" She blurts out lost.
"At the start, I hated the world to a point of which I thought I could no longer live in it," Struggling, I force a tight smile at the disgusting memory.
"What!?" She is taken aback by my casual approach no doubt.
"Remember when we met in Kirkwall and you commented on my brash fighting style, ever wondered why?" I ask curious seeing her eyes slowly widen.
"Yeah. Wasn't the greatest idea but I was just so angry, so sad, so numb. I needed something to make me feel so I did that. I got into bar fights, I drank, I did all sorts of shit to pass the time, to make me feel well alive, to feel normal. When the Qun attacked, I was…happy, thinking this was finally my chance to…die," I whisper hazily at the memory.
"Fennic…" Leliana begins.
"Don't…I was being foolish, I thought to take the coward's way out…" I raise my hand silencing and dismissing her.
"Of course. I know now I shouldn't ignore my heart. Mercy is not always weakness. I have to stay true to who I am. Before a spymaster, left hand, or bard," She smiles trying to lighten the mood which I greatly appreciate.
"Before a nug breeder," Jokingly, I bring up.
"Shush you…perhaps…I will consider trying for divine," She smiles thoughtfully.
"Up to you now I you'll excuse me I need some fresh air," Calmly, I stand up.
"Oh before you go here. Zevran sent you this…it' to do with the slave minds. We found…" She shows me the hit envelop in her leather gloves.
"Thank you Leliana, I mean it…" Grateful, I take the letter deciding to read it later and head down, hurriedly, rushing out to the gardens to take a breather and to read this report of mine…
"And so the marked elf returns," Casually, Morrigan greets me.
"Good to see you too Morrigan…" I sigh, leaning over the bench to greet the woman.
"I was pleased to learn you saved the grey warden from their own self destructive foolishness. For all their eagerness to shed blood for their cause, we will still need them should another blight arise. Tis fortunate my warden was not there or he would surely have been in the middle of it," Morrigan mutters.
"Your warden," I catch on.
"You might know him as the hero of Fereldan. A lofty title though one he wears well, don't tell him I told you that he's been wearing that title for years now with that ego of his," Morrigan huffs bringing a small smirk to my lips at the affection in her tone.
"If that isn't a my husband is better than yours then I don't know what is," I chuckle lightly.
"Well you don't have one," She smirks back
"True, true, still though you don't seem the settling type," I point out.
"Neither do you. Tis not so domestic as you picture, but even so. It has far out tripped my expectations. My love is on a quest to combat the calling- the actual calling that signals the end of a warden's life. If he is successful that means a long life for him…perhaps for them all. Once Corypheus has been defeated. I fully intend to join my love once more. Kieran misses him greatly, he often tries to send him letters and he of course sends back gifts and all sorts," I notice the sorrowful tone of Morrigan, missing him.
"I'm surprised you didn't go with him to help," I point out.
"We are neither of us so weak we would die of loneliness. Where he went, Kieran could not follow, no matter how hard he tugged on his father's leg and thus I remained behind to look after our son. We will be together again soon enough and I am glad of it…"Morrigan exclaims.
"Tell me have you thought of kids?" Morrigan enquires.
"That's…quite the question." I blink startled feeling overwhelmed, not sure what to say.
"I am simply intrigued on if your markings would affect your child," Morrigan exclaims.
"Well…I don't think I can." I respond.
"And how do you know that?" Morrigan queries.
"My markings they have lyrium, I may be infertile," I shrug, ignoring the faint strange stab of sorrow briefly brushing it aside.
"You don't know that do you?" Morrigan smirks.
"No…" I trail off puzzled.
"Then the option still stands…" Morrigan shrugs.
"Right…okay, can the calling be stopped?" I sigh, changing topic from the daft idea, me as a mother? Hah!
"Grand enchanter Fiona was once a grey warden but something removed the blight from her blood. Similarly, a warden mage named Avernus performed experiments that prolonged his life to an unnatural length. So we know it is possible. Indeed, twas I who found the lead my love now follows in the western lands. Success is not guaranteed, of course. But he has never lacked for determination,"
"Prolonged life huh…" I mutter fascinated.
"If you are worried about your lyrium marks you shouldn't," Morrigan assures.
Am I that easy to read? Well since he is dead, he was the one who managed to keep my life okay...keep me alive anyway..
"Hm…have you tested other methods? Morrigan questions.
I can't really test it…" I frown.
"Then you don't know," Morrigan answers..
"I have a feeling," I mutter.
"Feelings can be wrong. You give up too easily without tests there are no results, no confirmation if you will die young or not." Morrigan states the facts.
"Heh, you sound like my brother," I sigh remembering his eagerness for a child, creeped me out.
"Your brother? Ah yes the broody elf," Morrigan gathers.
"Yes, well that broody elf is going to die young yet he starts a family. He believes he can find a cure to his lyrium demise," I scoff at the childish dream.
"And you?" Morrigan wonders.
"I don't know and I'm okay with that," Casually, I shrug.
"Are you really?" Morrigan exclaims making me blink at the brief second of pause from me, I….o-of course I'm happy, I'm happy I mean…right?
"Right, are you happy? Settling down, I couldn't see it for me," I scoff.
"The three of us. It is little business of yours. But…yes. I never thought to find someone in this world I could trust as an equal. He has been a good partner and a good father. Now I pray we discuss something else, lest these honeyed words make me vomit…" Morrigan complains,
"Alright then, could he help us?" I request.
"Tis, unlikely, Corypheus uses the blight, but he is not controlled by it like a true Darkspawn. Still, my love has ever been resourceful. I can give the inquisition the means to send him a message. He will think this means I miss him, of course," Annoyed, Morrigan sighs.
"He will be insufferably pleased with himself, I hope your inquisitor appreciates this sacrifice," Morrigan finishes annoyed.
I wish that I had helpful information regarding Corypheus, but due to my own limited training during the Blight, I know less of ancient darkspawn lore than do most Wardens. I am engaged in a search of my own. All Grey Wardens who do not fall in battle eventually fall to something known as the Calling, a magic that preys upon our own connection to the Blight and the darkspawn. Rather than such foul magic eventually leading to my death, I have determined to find a way to negate this Calling and save all Wardens from its effects.
I have also included a note of a personal nature for Leliana.
I was not there for the death of Divine Justinia, but I know it will have hurt her terribly. While her wits and her skill are amazing, Leliana's greatest strength lies in her faith, and to have Justinia die strikes at her very core. I beg you, if she is faltering, help her find her way back into the light.
I have also included a note of a personal nature for Lady Morrigan and Kieran.
Please take care of my family. Morrigan is stronger and wiser than anyone else I have met, and I would not go through such effort to escape my own Calling to lose them to your Inquisition.
Yours sincerely, Hero Of Fereldan
Is that…a heart? Frowning, my eyes narrow at the fancy initials of the male, turning the page to see several drawings of crows and such.
"Morrigan said when he's bored he tends to doodle, apparently, he can't stand by for one minute. Leliana spoke of him having the mind of a child and the hyperactivity of one but the heart of a saint," Eve mutters defeat in her tone as exhausted she plops herself down on the bed, looking tired and strained, the built up stress of the inquisition finally taking its toll on her.
"So these are the responses," I frown as Eve nods frowning at them, looking tired and exhausted as I note her drained features, almost as bad as Cullen, the stress really is getting to her.
"Don't suppose you could give this to Cole it's the amulet," Tiredly, Eve offers as I nod and stand up, leaving the girl to frown, deciding theirs only one real answer to this problem and that's a certain blonde. Sighing, I exit the room only for my eyes to widen to find Cassandra before me frowning as urgently, she grabs my wrist making me flinch.
"Cullen's demanding again," She hisses.
"Of course, of course he has a fit hen he's needed," I grumble much to the confusion of Cassandra as we rush over to his office, finding him panting, pacing and sweating hearing the faint crisp hiss of the flames from the fireplace by his side as he freaks out. Evenly, Cass and I nod, taking our seats, Cass standing as I sit down on a table, legs outstretched, leaning in, arms dangling down my thighs.
"I nearly hurt a recruit! I nearly killed Fennic!" Cullen shouts.
"Oh please, don't give yourself that praise…" I scoff.
"You saw what I did I need a substitute something to sustain," He begs.
"No you don't! If you do you'll easily fall into lyrium again," I exclaim to him annoyed.
"You've come so far you don't!" Cass tells him.
"Shut up!" Cullen cries.
"How about you shut up, your girlfriend is trying to sleep after the stressful days she had had and the one day she gets to rest from numerous big decisions and matters, you're making a fuss and scene…" Coldly, I hiss making him reel back, guilt in his eyes for I hit the weak spot.
"Don't you dare bring her into this!" He growls recklessly trying to intimidate me but falter.
"Don't make me do it then!" I warn him lowly.
"You asked for our opinions and we've given it. Why would you expect it to change? I expect you to keep your word, it's relentless I can't-"
"You give yourself too little credit," Cass cuts him off.
"If I'm unable to fulfil what vows I kept then nothing good has come of it. Would you rather save face than admit-"
Sharply, the sharp sound of the door being slammed open, the hinges practically ripped off, makes us turn to the annoyed Eve scowling.
"What is going on here!?" She demands frustration laced in her tone only for her glare to soften, when seeing her suffering boyfriend and enter.
"Forgive me…" Weakly, Cullen whispers passing her by as I roll my eyes at the drama queen then turn to the demanding gaze of Eve, wanting answers as I release a groan, rolling my head back as Cassandra steps forward.
"And people say I'm stubborn this is ridiculous. Cullen's told you he is no longer taking lyrium," Cass gathers.
"Yes, he trusts both you and Fen's judgement on the matter," Eve confirms as I weakly wave, acknowledging my presence.
"He was not interested in mine and Fen's judgement today," Cass sighs sadly.
"Cullen wants a replacement, we said no," I fill Eve in.
"It's not necessary. Besides it would destroy him, he's come so far," Cass reasons.
"Why didn't he tell me?" Eve questions hurt.
"That's what I wondered," I grumble recalling myself being rudely interrupted.
"We had an agreement long before you joined us. As a seeker, I could evaluate the danger and due to Fen's…situations. She understands lyrium effects and he wouldn't want me to…risk your disappointment," Cassandra sighs sadly.
"Trust me I nearly vomited when he told us about it," I mutter still recoiling at the cheesiness of his words.
"Any ideas?" Eve asks us.
"Drinking works," I offer.
"If anyone could it's you," Cass states.
"Yeah you're his girlfriend now, he's your problem….that kiss that lost me my best drink signed the contract," I grumble at the memory.
"You're never going to let that go are you?" Eve exhales tiredly.
"Nope," I respond.
"The mages have made their suffering known but Templars never have. They are bound to the order, mind, and soul, with someone always holding their lyrium leash. Cullen has a chance to break that leash, to prove to himself- and anyone who would follow suit—that it's possible. He can do this, I knew that when we met at Kirkwall. Talk to him, decide if now is the time…" Sighing, Cassandra glances at me as we share a nod and leave Eve to her thoughts…
"Cole…" Carefully, I walk up to the attic, my ears hearing the faint creak and groan of the feeble floorboards as the sound of laughter and cheering becomes echoes, muffled as I approach the boy in the corner, smiling brightly when seeing me, my eyes widen to see a familiar Fennic Fox huddled into his lap.
"I made a friend! He's called Fen too! He likes you!" Joyfully, Cole smiles showing off the familiar Fennec fox nuzzling my side as I frown at the creature but sigh, letting it lick my cheek as I focus on the task at hand.
"Fen!" Brightly, Cole smiles at me as I sigh at the poor boy, oblivious to my tired smirk, ever since Cole began clinging to me, I've had numerous reports from daggers being stolen, turnips being burned and plums being left on the windowsill, no matter the mini problem, it always came to me. Cole's answers were so pure going on about stopping a fight to mentioning making a dying man think he was home, but of course, the reports for me translate Coles messages have been odd lately, each of them I've been fine to translate but felt bad for the boy not being praised for his thoughtfulness. But now at least this can be some sort of thank you for what he's done…
"Here's the amulet you wanted, want to try it on?" I ask.
"Yes, can we go to Solas please," Gently, Cole places his icy cold hand on me, briefly making me flinch and grimace but sigh.
"Pain, it buns, it hurts, why? Why is he touching me? Does he want something? It hurts, it hurts…I-I'm sorry, I forgot, I forgot…" He chants, stuttering fearful as gently, I place my hands on his arm, stopping his freak out.
"Cole it's alright let's…lets go to Solas," Gently, I assure him.
"Really?" He whispers hopeful.
"Y-yeah got to talk to him eventually," Nervously, I sigh.
"He'll be so happy. Rage, why is she paying so much attention to him? Why is he trying to touch her so casually? What are the wha…" Cole trials off from my stern glare as we go to face the man of my biggest issue so far…relationships.
Carefully, I enter the familiar room finding Solas back turned to us sat in his chair, drawing something on his sketchpad with charcoal.
"What do I do with it?" Cole questions breaking the eerie silence as I lean against the wall, simply watching as I feel Solas eyes on me, making me glance down at the floor now again or the floors above. Briefly, my eyes narrow at the smug Dorian, giggling, waving playfully at me as I send him a quick glare, noting his thrill out of my misery.
"You found one of the amulets, excellent, may I? It is simple enough, you put it on. I charge it with magic and you should be protected," Stoically, I watch as Solas lets his arm out, dispelling a burst of bright blue light to Cole, with the amulet wrapped around his neck
"Ah!" Cole flinches back as the burst of magic explodes onto him making him cradle his hand and rush over to me as I join him, quickly checking him over.
"What was that? Oh for…what are you doing to the kid?" I turn to Varric as Cole clings to me shaking.
"Stopping blood mages from binding me like the demons at Adament. But it didn't work," Cole answers.
"Something is interfering with the enchantment," Solas huffs.
"Something like Cole not being a demon," Varric offers smirking.
"Urgh….whatever he is, he needs help, though it is a possibility of Cole being too human for the amulet to react to him," I mutter already getting a headache.
"Regardless of Cole's special circumstance, he remains a spirit," Solas affirms.
"To you perhaps but maybe the amulet doesn't recognise him as one," I offer.
"Yes, a spirit who is strongly like a person," Varric suggests.
"It doesn't matter. Just lock the part of me that someone else could knot together to make me follow," Cole walks away from the two, gravitating to me, hiding in my shoulder almost as I have my arms crossed.
"Focus on the amulet. Tell me what you feel," Softly, Solas instructs.
"Warm, soft blankets covering but it catches, tears, I'm the wrong shape, there's something…there that way," Blinking, I watch Cole turn pointing to a direction.
"Right then, seems we're heading out..." Sighing, I clap my hands, stepping away from the wall.
"Alright kid. Get Cullen and work with him on the map to figure out where you're sensing something wrong," Varric tells Cole.
"Will you come with me? All of you?" Pleadingly, Cole glances at me as I turn away unsure.
"Um…well-"
"-Sure…" Varric answers as I give him a brief glare but he simply shrugs, smirking as I hold in the urge to grumble and curse.
"All right I get it you like spirits, but he came into this world to be a person. Let him be one," Exhausted, I scowl at the conversation about to begin as I lean against the table, picking up the argument about to arise.
"I don't care what happens, what matters is we don't have a crazy sprit on our asses, if Cole wants to be human let him it's his life his choices and you two can't decide for him. I just want him and all of us safe in case Corypheus tries anything…" I explain to the two clearly.
"I'm not saying we do nothing. But that ritual of theirs only works on demons right?" Varric frowns concerned.
"This is not some fanciful story, child of stone. We cannot change our nature by wishing," Solas argues as I glare at him, looking down on Varric.
"Child? Varric's an adult, do not look down upon him, he has earned his right to speak more than you have and why the hell can't we change? People change all the time it's called being human!" I snap, defending Varric.
"Fen it's fine," Varric assures me as I scowl.
"This is no story Fennic," Solas scoffs acting all high and mighty.
"I didn't say it was!" I argue.
"You don't think? However we deal with the problem our next stop is to track down whatever is interfering with the enchantment," Solas huffs turning away tending to his task as Varric and I to tend to ours…
"So, Dorian, about last night..." Bull begins as blinking; I turn to raise a brow at the scowling red faced Vint.
"Don't." He hisses as I simply smirk enjoying this.
"What happened last night Bull?" I ask playing along.
"I rocked his world!" Bull cheers as I snicker, enjoying this.
"I can't believe you're enjoying this," Solas huffs.
"It's just some fun," I shrug.
"Like we had," Sharply, he scowls as I frown at the ass, walking ahead with the innocent Cole and puzzled Eve, oblivious.
"Discretion isn't your thing, is it?" Dorian sighs.
"Three times! Also, do you want your silky under things back, or did you leave those like a token?" Bull questions as I snort, earning a few raised brows.
"Or... wait, did you "forget" them so you'd have an excuse to come back? You sly dog!" Bull and I chuckle at the beat red Dorian.
"If you choose to leave your door unlocked like a savage, I may or may not come!" Dorian huffs flustered.
"Speak for yourself," Bull smirks.
"At least I invited you back." Dorian mutter as sharply, I turn to him, scowling.
"Huh?" Bull frowns with Varric.
"Dorian…" Lowly, I growl warning him.
"What I'm just saying. You two need to talk…" Dorian raises his hands in mock surrender as I seethe him, my hand bawling into a fist, ready to raise and deck the Vint, the apostate, the abomination.
"I wasn't the one who said we shouldn't," Solas remarks dryly earning a few looks from me as I glare at the traitor and move on ahead, annoyed.
"Greetings can I help you?" The man enquires as we arrive at Redcliffe village in the Hinterlands, approaching the man.
"You," Cole seethes as shocked my eyes widen when Cole charges at the man, blades in hand and pressing the close to the male's throat.
"Cole!" I call out in concern as he looms over the frightened man.
"You killed me!" Cole spits out, rage laced in his typically calm tone slightly unnerving me.
"What, I don't…I don't even know you!" Scared, the male whimpers.
"You forgot. You locked me in the dungeon of the spire and you forgot, and I died the dark!" Cole accuses angry.
"The spire?" The Templar gulps.
"Cole stop!" Solas intervenes, stepping forward as Cole glances at him, letting the man go.
"Just take it easy kid," Varric intervenes as Cole attempts to chase after him.
"He killed me. He killed me. That's why it doesn't work. He killed me and I have to kill him back!" Cole screams, daggers aimed as I intervened, grabbing him by the wrist, making him turn to me.
"That does not mean you must take out you anger on us!" I argue sternly.
"I'm not!" Cole argues.
"Do not use that tone with me!" I snap at him making him stagger back, head down shaking.
"I…arugh!" Conflicted, Cole stomps his foot on the ground and backs down.
"I don't understand, explain," Eve whispers lost.
"Cole. This man cannot have killed you. You are a spirit. You have not even possessed a body," Solas reminds him.
"A broken body bloody banged on the stone cell, guts gripping in the dark dank, a captured apostate. They threw him into the dungeon in the spire at Val Royeaux. They forgot about him. He starved to death. I came through to help…and I couldn't. So I became him, Cole," Cole explains, making my eyes widen, at least when we starved, we stole food…and if we were caught. Briefly, I grimace turning away at the fresh image of the cracked skull of one elven child, starving the another of my younger form, trapped, shaking in that cage, that…that cage all because I messed up. Scowling, I shiver at the memory of that small confined space, shaking from the icy chill of the shackles and prison air, only smelling the rotting flesh and urine around me, no food being given, nothing, locked away for a month only then to be thrusted back onto the bed… aggrieved, I turn back to Cole, pained at the horrible truth.
"If Cole was an apostate. That'd make the guy we just saw an Templar. Must've been buying lyrium," Varric gathers.
"Let me kill him. I need to…I need to…" Seething, Cole paces back and forth. Exhausted, I sit myself on the statue, leaning on it with my head in my hands, head down as I hear the others talk, my eyes closed trying to calm my breathing.
"Solas what do you think?" Eve inquires.
"We cannot let Cole kill the man." Solas refuses.
"I don't think anyone was going to suggest that Chuckles," Varric sighs.
"Cole is a spirit. The death of the real Cole wounded him, perverted him from his purpose, to regain that part of him. He must forgive." Solas explains.
"Come on! You don't just forgive someone killing you," Varric defends.
"You don't. A spirit can." Solas finishes.
"Can't we judge him?" Eve offers but it falls to deaf and stubborn ears.
"Varric?" Eve turns to him.
"The kids angry he needs to work through it," Varric confesses.
"A spirit does not work through emotions. It embodies them," Solas argues.
"But he isn't a spirt is he? He made himself human and humans change. They get hurt and they heal. He needs to work it out like a person," Varric explains.
"You would alter the essence of what he is!?" Solas scowls.
"He did that to himself when he left the fade. I'm just helping him survive it," Varric reasons.
"Fennic?" Eve turns to me as I feel a number of eyes on me.
Don't. Don't ask me…Wounded; I turn away, not wanting to involve myself in this bringing a sick sense of Deja vu.
"Fennic…" Cole's voice snaps me out of my thoughts as I turn to him, nudging me slightly, lingering by my side as I release a shaky breathe.
"What do you think?" Cole's voice whispers gently, surprising me as his pleading blues meet my turquoise, glassy eyed, as he kneels down on his knees, pleading to me shocking me as I briefly look up to see the others surprised expressions, having no clue how much Cole…values my words, no, no, no I can't, I can't do this, I…I can't! Not again, I can't make the right choice all I ever do is make the wrong one, I…
"You…you got to kill your capturer why can't I?" Weakly, Cole whispers startling me as my muscles tense at the memory.
"Cole!" I hear Varric hiss as I turn to the frowning trio and bow my head, why me? Why does my view on this matter…shakily, I take in a breathe calming my nerves as bravely, my stern bleus meet Coles…
"Cole…no matter if you do kill him. The scars will remain there, the memories, the touch, the emotions, the smells, those will never fade, they will never leave you, and they will haunt you, no matter if you kill him or leave him. Trust me on that," Seriously, I tell him, his eyes widening at the sheer sincerity in my stone cold voice.
"Now. Cole is this what you…what you and Cole want?" I question him surprising the trio as Cole stares deeply into my blues, slowly bowing his head,
"Yes…" Cole answers.
"Then go..." I sigh, glancing at Varric who nods.
"Cole stop!" Eve calls out but it's too late as he leaves…
"How could you let him go!?" Solas scowls.
"You can't kill him." Eve refuses.
"Oh really this coming from you." Bitterly, I scoff.
"Excuse me?" Solas challenges glaring down at me but I remain unfazed.
"This coming from the man who nearly killed those mages," Annoyed, I rise up, my blues challenging his amethysts.
"They hurt my friend!" He barks.
"And that guy killed Cole! Or whatever the boy the spirit is clinging to and from what I've gathered. Sprit possess someone if they are willing, meaning those two were close and you and I both know you cannot speak right now and deny it…!" Fuming, I scream at him, stopping him.
"I…" Solas sighing turns away grief evident in his features.
"I hadn't…" Eve begins as Varric joins Cole, my eyes meeting his and nodding, understanding his plan as he gets out Bianca, letting Cole fire but not kill the guy as they return.
"You weren't meant to!" Annoyed, I snap at the trio.
"What?" The three chorus confused by my sharp glare.
"All three of you have no right to choose what Cole does! You all fight for freedom yet you are refusing Cole the freedom to make his own choices whether he regrets them now or later doesn't matter. He will grow, he will learn and he will live the life he bloody wants by his choice! Sometimes you have to make a choice alone; you can't make other people's choices all the time!" Enraged, I seethe spitting out the words with venom as I storm off, leaving to return to Skyhold, alone, fed up with other people making choices for Cole's life. Acting like he isn't here…