[The worst passes quick enough, though Leliana will know well enough that it doesn't mean it's forgotten. It sits beneath the surface, simmering away, and woe betide any who cross her path once she leaves here unless they happen to be Kieran. This is the Nightingale she is with this time, she is sure enough of that, because Leliana for all that she played the Game would have shown something more than this, but the Nightingale must be a more careful creature.]
Are they not here? Within these walls, part of your Inquisition? The Inquisition is not a nation that they must bow to and even the Wardens cannot accept that within their midst unless they mean to throw him in the Deep Roads. [Would that martyr him? Someone would find a way to make it so, some idiot from a Circle with a mind too soft to know what they are, still ready for the leash. When they form themselves into a council that spins on and within itself as the Circles did then they are still less and deserve their fates though this time much more has been thrust upon them. That so many did vote is a point in their favour, as is the volume of those who do not wish for a return.
Yet Anders walking free amongst them might change so much.
Instead of thinking on that, she watches Leliana openly, might have given some sign of satisfaction at seeing any sort of reaction before she rights herself and smooths down her robes to give her hands something to do.]
You cannot know every name and face within the Inquistion when there are clearly those who would deceive you and spit in your face as they twist the knife. [Letters soften harsh words somehow, they don't show the curl of her lip, the set of her jaw, the look in her eye.] You are not the one owing apologies.
[Still, it is appreciated, a shame she cannot dwell on it.]
Zevran? Zevran knew? Why on earth would he go along with this farce? [That is worse; Alistair had only spoken of Kieran, glanced at him from afar or haunted their steps in the early days but Zevran? He had been close to her son, giving him toys, telling him stories. She had trusted him simply by allowing him to come so close.
She trusts so few with her son, she cannot even fully trust herself when it comes to Kieran. There are sharp minds within the Inquisition, Weisshaupt Wardens among them, and questions that might be asked.]
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Are they not here? Within these walls, part of your Inquisition? The Inquisition is not a nation that they must bow to and even the Wardens cannot accept that within their midst unless they mean to throw him in the Deep Roads. [Would that martyr him? Someone would find a way to make it so, some idiot from a Circle with a mind too soft to know what they are, still ready for the leash. When they form themselves into a council that spins on and within itself as the Circles did then they are still less and deserve their fates though this time much more has been thrust upon them. That so many did vote is a point in their favour, as is the volume of those who do not wish for a return.
Yet Anders walking free amongst them might change so much.
Instead of thinking on that, she watches Leliana openly, might have given some sign of satisfaction at seeing any sort of reaction before she rights herself and smooths down her robes to give her hands something to do.]
You cannot know every name and face within the Inquistion when there are clearly those who would deceive you and spit in your face as they twist the knife. [Letters soften harsh words somehow, they don't show the curl of her lip, the set of her jaw, the look in her eye.] You are not the one owing apologies.
[Still, it is appreciated, a shame she cannot dwell on it.]
Zevran? Zevran knew? Why on earth would he go along with this farce? [That is worse; Alistair had only spoken of Kieran, glanced at him from afar or haunted their steps in the early days but Zevran? He had been close to her son, giving him toys, telling him stories. She had trusted him simply by allowing him to come so close.
She trusts so few with her son, she cannot even fully trust herself when it comes to Kieran. There are sharp minds within the Inquisition, Weisshaupt Wardens among them, and questions that might be asked.]