Alistair's face screws up in consternation, gearing up to hopelessly argue or to silently search his own soul or both, until Zevran looks back and says that and Alistair smiles, instead, and takes a few longer strides to catch up and drape his arm around Zevran's shoulders. This may be his new favorite dark, dank, spawn-infested cave.
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Adamant does not go well. Demons, dead Wardens--plenty meeting that death at the end of Alistair's sword--and now the Fade, raw and shifting and sickly green. But he keeps his chin up, in his own tired and sarcastic way, through everything. The fearlings. The eerie echo of the Divine guiding them through. The flashes of memories, Zevran's memories, of Corypheus and his Warden lackeys and his strange orb.
It's only the Nightmare's taunting that gets to him. He's not afraid; he growls back at it. But at the same time he flushes pink from the shame of having his fears and failures laid out for everyone there to hear. And as they press forward through a quiet canyon of rock, he moves closer to Zevran. Uselessly. He can't stop it from talking. But he's more afraid of what it might announce to the party about Zevran than anything else it might be able to dig out of him.
Who will you hide behind, it wanted to know. He's still pink. He's also still himself, though, so he puts his hand on Zevran's shoulder while they walk and gives him a measuring look, head to toe and back up, before deciding, "Mm. Too short. I need a Qunari."
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Adamant does not go well. Demons, dead Wardens--plenty meeting that death at the end of Alistair's sword--and now the Fade, raw and shifting and sickly green. But he keeps his chin up, in his own tired and sarcastic way, through everything. The fearlings. The eerie echo of the Divine guiding them through. The flashes of memories, Zevran's memories, of Corypheus and his Warden lackeys and his strange orb.
It's only the Nightmare's taunting that gets to him. He's not afraid; he growls back at it. But at the same time he flushes pink from the shame of having his fears and failures laid out for everyone there to hear. And as they press forward through a quiet canyon of rock, he moves closer to Zevran. Uselessly. He can't stop it from talking. But he's more afraid of what it might announce to the party about Zevran than anything else it might be able to dig out of him.
Who will you hide behind, it wanted to know. He's still pink. He's also still himself, though, so he puts his hand on Zevran's shoulder while they walk and gives him a measuring look, head to toe and back up, before deciding, "Mm. Too short. I need a Qunari."