Everyone is something until it kills them, [ he says, very sage—nonsense.
There are too many variables right now for him to genuinely debate anything. There may or may not ever be a way out. The lyrium may or may not take his mind if the Old Gods don't beat it. He may be happy disappearing into the right balance of obscurity and adventure, or the weight of and then the son of Maric the Savior and the leader of the mage rebellion became a bodyguard till the end of his days might crush him. Or the world might end before any of it becomes a problem at all.
And, speaking of the apocalypse, and signs thereof, he still isn't over Zevran's first instinct not being excitement. He puts a finger on Lucci's nose to make him go briefly cross eyed—he's taken right back—and then looks at Zevran again. ] Are you all right?
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There are too many variables right now for him to genuinely debate anything. There may or may not ever be a way out. The lyrium may or may not take his mind if the Old Gods don't beat it. He may be happy disappearing into the right balance of obscurity and adventure, or the weight of and then the son of Maric the Savior and the leader of the mage rebellion became a bodyguard till the end of his days might crush him. Or the world might end before any of it becomes a problem at all.
And, speaking of the apocalypse, and signs thereof, he still isn't over Zevran's first instinct not being excitement. He puts a finger on Lucci's nose to make him go briefly cross eyed—he's taken right back—and then looks at Zevran again. ] Are you all right?