He could protest. He opens his mouth to do it. To remind Zevran that he isn't as young as he used to be, that nothing was ever this large, that Alistair will kill him if he dies. But he sees Sera from the corner of his eye before he can form any of the words, glances at her more fully and finds a mix of impressed skepticism and growing confidence on her face, and he can't do it. He isn't going to undermine him in front of them.
But he is still going to kill him if he dies.
"Right," he says, and swings his shield sideways toward Hawke to make her block it with her staff, like a high-five. She's used to it. "I'll take a leg."
"I'll take four," Bull says, going after Zevran.
Alistair waits until they're all following him to mutter to Hawke, "Make sure he gets out."
"You make sure he gets out," she counters, and that's as close as they come to arguing about who has to die, because she twirls the staff and throws a fireball without allowing him any additional time to bicker.
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Date: 2016-07-09 07:16 am (UTC)But he is still going to kill him if he dies.
"Right," he says, and swings his shield sideways toward Hawke to make her block it with her staff, like a high-five. She's used to it. "I'll take a leg."
"I'll take four," Bull says, going after Zevran.
Alistair waits until they're all following him to mutter to Hawke, "Make sure he gets out."
"You make sure he gets out," she counters, and that's as close as they come to arguing about who has to die, because she twirls the staff and throws a fireball without allowing him any additional time to bicker.