He may or may not have been thinking about not cutting off his hand. But this? Opening a rift, falling into the fade? This clinches the idea. He plays his part as best he can, cracks wise, nudges Hawke and Alistair forward along with Bull, Dorian, and Sera. None of them seem to be handling this well. He cannot afford to fall into a scrabbling pit of self loathing.
His nightmare? He is living it, day to day, anything this demon might rumble out in it's oily voice goes ignored or mocked. It is nothing. He has heard worse- he has said worse of himself regularly.
Alistair is called up and Zevran expects the sass. He does not expect Sera to grumble 'that dinnit stop you, did it?'. Before anything more can be said Zevran nudges Alistair with his elbow, tipping his head back to Bull. "I am certain he would not be overly bothered. He might even flex if you ask."
Humor. Humor he holds like a shield against their fears, against his own.
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Date: 2016-07-09 05:37 am (UTC)His nightmare? He is living it, day to day, anything this demon might rumble out in it's oily voice goes ignored or mocked. It is nothing. He has heard worse- he has said worse of himself regularly.
Alistair is called up and Zevran expects the sass. He does not expect Sera to grumble 'that dinnit stop you, did it?'. Before anything more can be said Zevran nudges Alistair with his elbow, tipping his head back to Bull. "I am certain he would not be overly bothered. He might even flex if you ask."
Humor. Humor he holds like a shield against their fears, against his own.