elnysa | I. | audio | un: sparkler

Is... is this thing on? [Excuse the uh, distinct sound of someone tapping a screen like an old person.] Hello? Oh! There you are. Excellent.

So, now that we've gotten the world's-- sorry, the universe's biggest trust fall known to man and not-man, I think it's time we start popping the question. The real question. No hypotheticals, no, excuse me, [Dorian voice turning a pitch higher in imitation of... someone? Who knows. This is probably the collective voice of all of you. It's incredibly inaccurate.]

If I had the chance, I'd do it! They're a bad person! They killed hundreds of people, or... or one time they looked at me funny and they had shiny things galore! [ahem] We've all had drama against one another, with no real way of proving they're a terrible person other than the game of he said, she said, so! Let's get straight to it, shall we?

Have you, yes, you, killed someone or... something? Poof, gone, light left their eyes if they have them, turns out they're dead forever or it's like a five-minute deal. Whatever have you; it still counts if they stopped breathing.

If yes, why? Should we all expect a knife in our back? Get electrocuted to death? Be made to walk off a cliff? What are the qualifiers for this sort of thing, really? Personal vendettas? OR... perhaps you were playing the hero. [the deets, give the sweet deets.]

If no, well... I didn't think that far ahead, truth be told. You're more than likely surrounded by murderers, so... what's... a food you miss? Murderers can probably answer this as well, perhaps we'll find some sort of connection. [or, like, just listen to how many people you met have killed someone? have fun with that.]

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[He had been listening sparingly on the network from time to time. Very sparingly.
He could really only take so much inane chatter before he got testy. However this voice was familiar, and while it took him some time to place it, he did find merit in responding to the individual he almost sort of knew. Even if it was only to give him the opinion he never actually asked for.

Took him some time, and possibly a fwe misfires over text before he figured out how to get the damn thing to work.]

Ironic hearing the question come from you, shemlen. [Obviously he's not going to waste his breath answering because they both already know that murder was the closest thing this guys had to a hobby in a thousand years.] I see little point in your line of questioning.

[What is this old man doing, using the network?]

Oh, we're pulling out the s word so early... You're still very Sensitive. [Shemlen, please. If Abelas is going to start this off rude, Dorian will oblige him. Still, he can't really deny all Inquisition members don't have a high body count.]

Just because you aren't all that fond of people doesn't mean I can't learn a bit about everyone.

And you remain as foolish as our first encounter.

[Granted most "shemlen" started off being assumed as fools. Still, he felt the need to point it out.]

For what purpose? Surely there are other questions more worth asking than a body count.

I'd like to think I got more foolish since our last encounter, thank you very much.

Is this the part where you lecture me on how I could be inquiring about the customs of other worlds? Their knowledge, their magic? How we can advance as a group? Because I assure you, I intend to get to that. It just seems in poor taste when the cut of losing home is still fresh.

[This. This right here is why he will never respect humans as a whole. They had the disposition of tavern drunks, and made about as much sense. How have they even lasted this long as a species?]

And you think talking of death when their worlds have essentially been murdered is the more merciful option?

[Why not food or some other dull topic?]

[Hey, Dorian might be a tavern drunk, but he's not a tavern drunk right now. Consider being nicer to him.]

Asking about unpleasant memories might be considerably less damaging than asking about the good. People like to complain more about what they've endured than bring up what they've lost.

But you're used to losing, aren't you? You haven't considered what becomes commonplace in the outside world.

[He doesn't come in "nice", there's only various shades of bitterness and despair.]

Unless everything they fought to endure was made meaningless because of the loss.

[Because nothing invalidates a thousand years of vigilance and servitude like losing your world merely days after failing to guard that which you dedicated your entire existence to. The knowledge that if he had stalled those that breached his temple but a few more days, then the Vir'abelasan would have been preserved eternally, and his duty fulfilled.]

It wasn't meaningless if change came from it, Abelas. If it were not for your... wisdom, things may never have gone in the right direction. For once.

[Remember that time you told him Tevinter were just a bunch of scavengers? That was great.]

You just need to get out in the world! On the bright side, there's no way for anyone to be judging people for not being People.

[Hey, not his fault your ancestors had a knack for melodramatic embellishing.]

And what "right direction" might that be? What was so important that it still makes it worth it after all has been lost?

[Careful Dorian, it's a trick question! He's probably going to get mad no matter how you answer. Madder maybe?

He continues with a huff and his tone simmers to something more flat and irritated than outright angry.]

I am not certain I like the state of this world enough to bother engaging it.

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