( Better to wait out Morrigan's anger, she suspects. Fighting with Morrigan seems, at times, as though it might be about as sensible as attempting to yell above thunder, as though tearing your throat raw in the rain with your clothes slicked to your skin and lightning burning the ground will make any progress. (And yet, how many times has she fought Morrigan? Beyond counting, if that year is counted in full, and doubtless more as time stretches on. In this moment, she has no cause to fight with Morrigan. Her yelling is the anger Leliana felt knocked from her the moment Zevran took it all so well in stride.)
Anders turned himself into the Wardens, and they exist outside our jurisdiction. ( Leliana braces herself for what she does not doubt will be the bluntest delivery of anger she has received thus far, and may be the most vicious anger of them all. Morrigan's words cut deep. ) I agreed he should be allowed to them. Ostensibly for his atonement, but... I would not see a man such as he made into a martyr.
( Her expression tightens, anger winding her jaw to clench and her shoulders and neck rigid. She hopes he chokes on that compassion, she truly does. Of all the people to be granted mercy, and she is not fully at peace with it, but what backlash might his death have sparked? Against the faithful, and against mages? It does not sit well, but with the Wardens making their claim, how much ground had there been to order his execution, when there were so many reasons to argue against it? )
I am sorry I did not uncover him sooner. ( Before he had turned himself to the Wardens, before they had already determined to approach the Advisers. Before Morrigan had spoken with him, before any number of things. She wishes she had unravelled his mind when first she went to Kirkwall under Justinia's orders. Another instance of information gone undiscovered, of deaths that might have been avoided, if she had done something better.
Is this going to get worse? Probably, though she isn't sure she wants to drop to those depths. What she wants has not been a question in so long though, has it? )
He knew. ( How many people could Morrigan mean? ) He and Zevran, both.
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Anders turned himself into the Wardens, and they exist outside our jurisdiction. ( Leliana braces herself for what she does not doubt will be the bluntest delivery of anger she has received thus far, and may be the most vicious anger of them all. Morrigan's words cut deep. ) I agreed he should be allowed to them. Ostensibly for his atonement, but... I would not see a man such as he made into a martyr.
( Her expression tightens, anger winding her jaw to clench and her shoulders and neck rigid. She hopes he chokes on that compassion, she truly does. Of all the people to be granted mercy, and she is not fully at peace with it, but what backlash might his death have sparked? Against the faithful, and against mages? It does not sit well, but with the Wardens making their claim, how much ground had there been to order his execution, when there were so many reasons to argue against it? )
I am sorry I did not uncover him sooner. ( Before he had turned himself to the Wardens, before they had already determined to approach the Advisers. Before Morrigan had spoken with him, before any number of things. She wishes she had unravelled his mind when first she went to Kirkwall under Justinia's orders. Another instance of information gone undiscovered, of deaths that might have been avoided, if she had done something better.
Is this going to get worse? Probably, though she isn't sure she wants to drop to those depths. What she wants has not been a question in so long though, has it? )
He knew. ( How many people could Morrigan mean? ) He and Zevran, both.