He earned that doubt. It still hurts, of course, but it's a deserved hurt. The kind he can accept without whining because he understands the justice in it. And there may be something else, someday. But even if the world is set to try to end every ten years now, on the dot, Alistair probably doesn't have that long to live.
He spits on his palm and holds it around to shake. Maybe that's just a Fereldan thing. "Just the dog."
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Date: 2016-07-10 03:49 am (UTC)He spits on his palm and holds it around to shake. Maybe that's just a Fereldan thing. "Just the dog."