We've been in worse. You and I. Myself and everyone here. And I don't avoid questions, I dodge them with expert speed and reflexes.
[She can't lie to Varric. Or well she can. But it never seems to work. He can read her in a way that's both unsettling and comforting depending on what state she happens to be in. He knows her more than anyone else ever has. Or at least before she came to the Moira.
She pulls at the laces on her boots and then his, untying them just to have something to do and to be a bother. She doesn't want to talk. But if she doesn't ask the question, she might just combust from pure anxiety]
Why did you call me a demon? It seems like a strange insult. Even my lack of tits aside.
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[She can't lie to Varric. Or well she can. But it never seems to work. He can read her in a way that's both unsettling and comforting depending on what state she happens to be in. He knows her more than anyone else ever has. Or at least before she came to the Moira.
She pulls at the laces on her boots and then his, untying them just to have something to do and to be a bother. She doesn't want to talk. But if she doesn't ask the question, she might just combust from pure anxiety]
Why did you call me a demon? It seems like a strange insult. Even my lack of tits aside.