[ They haven't put the brakes on the dying thing yet. Optimism is fading. Good thing we know I would never let him die!! But he still has things to make sure get said.
I thought you were going to poison us, and you didn't. Then I thought you were going to sleep with him, and you didn't. And I thought surely you didn't like me, either, and you were making fun of me by being cheerful when I was trying to scowl, which—I don't know that you weren't. But I fell asleep on you once—I fell over on your legs, do you remember?—when we were with the Dalish. And you left me there, and you weren't unbearable about it when I woke up.
Not for lack of trying. The sleeping with him part, not the poisoning part. And to be honest I was making fun at first- but you grew on me.
[ Being annoyingly decent apparently does that. ]
Maker, that terrible haunted camp? I was too tired to move you. I also wanted to see what color you would turn when you woke up if your head was close to my lap. [ because he's terrible. ] And then I was too mortified that I fell for the trap to mock anyone.
See, the thing is I cannot even get the most out of this with you because you are so distressingly honest and forthright on your own. It honestly was distressing when we met.
[ Tit for tat. He's under no obligation but- he likes being fair with Alistair.
Sometimes.
As he's too tired to talk around it, he moves forward. ]
'No one is this honest' I said to myself. 'No one can possibly be this decent'. And yet- there you were. Are. You remain decent, like one of the heroes out of Antivan Folk Tales- which is half the reason I covered your flank as much as I did Jonas'. The hero always dies, yes?
[ Alistair could argue the hero thing; he could even make a semi-plausible argument for Zevran, who was not just doing his job, being a hero and Alistair being nothing of the sort. But they are all sort of heroes, in the lowercase h, indefinite article way, and he doesn't bother.
He lowers his volume more, though: ] Right, see, turns out there's a ritual for that.
I would be surprised if Weisshaupt didn't get everything they could out of her when it happened.
[ And he snorts. Quietly. ]
I'm not going to help you embarrass me. [ In fact he is going to try to change the subject. ] Is Doghren acting up? Or Mia? Don't shush Mia, Zevran, that's rude.
[ No, okay, now he really is being difficult. He stops. ]
Objectively I think it would have to be Scipio. If you took a poll. But for me, and with full awareness that her sister would—not kill me, but would give me a look that would make me feel worried for my safety—Bethany.
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crystal, on Honesty Day.
[ They haven't put the brakes on the dying thing yet. Optimism is fading. Good thing we know I would never let him die!! But he still has things to make sure get said.
But right now he groans. ]
Don't ruin it.
crystal, on Honesty Day.
[ And he does this so well. ]
Tell me. I wish to know what changed that made you go from scowling at me and attempting to ask Jonas to leave me somewhere to taking a blow for me.
crystal, on Honesty Day.
I thought you were going to poison us, and you didn't. Then I thought you were going to sleep with him, and you didn't. And I thought surely you didn't like me, either, and you were making fun of me by being cheerful when I was trying to scowl, which—I don't know that you weren't. But I fell asleep on you once—I fell over on your legs, do you remember?—when we were with the Dalish. And you left me there, and you weren't unbearable about it when I woke up.
crystal, on Honesty Day.
[ Being annoyingly decent apparently does that. ]
Maker, that terrible haunted camp? I was too tired to move you. I also wanted to see what color you would turn when you woke up if your head was close to my lap. [ because he's terrible. ] And then I was too mortified that I fell for the trap to mock anyone.
crystal, on Honesty Day.
[ He can only say he wants to. Sarcasm will find a way. ]
crystal, on Honesty Day.
[ Tit for tat. He's under no obligation but- he likes being fair with Alistair.
Sometimes.
As he's too tired to talk around it, he moves forward. ]
'No one is this honest' I said to myself. 'No one can possibly be this decent'. And yet- there you were. Are. You remain decent, like one of the heroes out of Antivan Folk Tales- which is half the reason I covered your flank as much as I did Jonas'. The hero always dies, yes?
crystal, on Honesty Day.
He lowers his volume more, though: ] Right, see, turns out there's a ritual for that.
crystal, on Honesty Day.
[ A strange ritual with strange practices. Drawing out the blight-
He shakes his head, winces audibly, and shushes someone just beyond hearing. ]
What else can I ask that you would normally avoid- and I only do this because I know were the situation reversed you would do the same with me.
crystal, on Honesty Day.
[ And he snorts. Quietly. ]
I'm not going to help you embarrass me. [ In fact he is going to try to change the subject. ] Is Doghren acting up? Or Mia? Don't shush Mia, Zevran, that's rude.
crystal, on Honesty Day.
[ Teasing- quietly teasing. ]
I- ah. Gave Mia a locket from Antiva with a lock of my hair inside. That is what one does, yes?
crystal, on Honesty Day.
What one does for what, Zevran?
[ Talk, you. ]
crystal, on Honesty Day.
crystal, on Honesty Day.
I don't really know what one does, but it sounds nice. Tell me more about it, come on. Is she there? Am I going to embarrass you?
crystal, on Honesty Day.
crystal, on Honesty Day.
crystal, on Honesty Day.
Oh, I know! Who is the prettiest?
crystal, on Honesty Day.
crystal, on Honesty Day.
crystal, on Honesty Day.
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crystal, on Honesty Day.
In the camp at the moment, you mean? Or—
[ No, okay, now he really is being difficult. He stops. ]
Objectively I think it would have to be Scipio. If you took a poll. But for me, and with full awareness that her sister would—not kill me, but would give me a look that would make me feel worried for my safety—Bethany.
crystal, on Honesty Day.
[ Or shady fuckers, whichever suits best. ]
Oh no, she would kill you after laughing with you and giving you a fair head start. Marian was kind that way.
crystal, on Honesty Day.
[ He has so many feelings.
That he's putting aside to laugh, under his breath. ]
I miss her.
crystal, on Honesty Day.
...Do you miss him as well? Jonas.
crystal, on Honesty Day.
crystal, on Honesty Day.
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