"It's a lie." A role he'd taken, a mask he'd put on for the sake of the Inquisition- to play the part of the noble hero. It is something he can somewhat manage, pretending to be Jonas. To be Alistair. It's a terrible idea but they love it all the same and he wants. He wants his life back. he wants his hand back.
The hand he lets Alistair take without question or anything more than a faint glare- but there is no heat in it. Not really. "I have thought about cutting it off."
He says, drunk enough to be honest but not so much to actually do this thing. "I could give it to Solas. He could put it on a stick and use it however he wanted."
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Date: 2016-07-03 04:47 am (UTC)The hand he lets Alistair take without question or anything more than a faint glare- but there is no heat in it. Not really. "I have thought about cutting it off."
He says, drunk enough to be honest but not so much to actually do this thing. "I could give it to Solas. He could put it on a stick and use it however he wanted."