[ there's a lot of meaning underneath derrica's explanation. he knew a little of circles before now — barely anything — but there's a low-simmering anger at the injustices he's encountered in thedas that starts to burn in this direction too. and it tracks, doesn't it, with the bits and pieces he's heard about the chantry.
his reaction can be tracked in his face, if anything, the bleed out of confusion into cold understanding. no wonder derrica had wanted it back. ]
I'm fine, [ he says, and, ] don't apologize. [ he's quiet a beat longer and then offers, smiling crookedly, ] If you want to pour it out in the harbor, I can suggest a place or two.
That's the question she hadn't really considered at length. Did she want to destroy her phylactery now that she had it in her hands?
She raises a small smile to Holden before turning from him, retreating to sit on her bed. Her hand closes over the phylactery in the process, coming to rest in her lap. ]
I don't know if I want to.
[ A little abashed, knowing it must sound illogical to him. ]
Have you ever...felt like it was impossible to let go of something, even knowing it was a danger to you?
[ nothing so literal, of course, nothing so physical. the closest might be how he misses the weird, disturbing intrusions of the protomolecule beaming whatever was left of miller into his brain. but cause after cause after cause, which he holds onto with white knuckles, determined to see them through whether or not they destroy him — maybe it's not entirely different.
he pushes off from the wall, moves to sit near derrica. near enough that she could reach out, if she wanted to, but far enough for the space if she doesn't. ]
It probably doesn't surprise you that I have a hard time picking my battles. [ see, at least he's self-aware. ] The more impossible, the more likely I am to pick that fight.
[fools keep going, even when they know there's no chance of winning, prax had said. ]
I don't know what I'd do, in your shoes. But I can't blame you if you want to keep it. What you do with it is up to you.
[ It's a kindness, to give her some little piece of himself in return. Holden is a good man, stubborn and kind, but he's right: he can't tell her what to do with this thing she's recovered. ]
There's a lot of things to fight in Thedas, [ is what she answers instead, looking up at him as her grip tightens slightly over the phylactery. ] Changing things for mages might be impossible no matter what we do.
[ She's never said that to someone who wasn't a mage before, barely even to other mages.
Even clawing back her phylactery had felt like a risk. It still feels like one. ]
Thank you for listening to me. I know it's...a lot to take in.
there are a lot of peoples who deserve better than what they get; there are a lot of demons, literal and otherwise. there's not a lot that a single person, a single rifter, can do.
but that's never stopped him trying. he's quiet a long moment after she speaks, letting the words settle, appreciating the gravity of her admission. what he says is, ]
It's still worth the effort. [ maybe he's just playing into what he literally just told her, but he can't be anyone but himself. ] There's always something that can be done.
[ and he adds, after a beat, ]
The Fade is a lot to take in. This isn't a problem to listen to.
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his reaction can be tracked in his face, if anything, the bleed out of confusion into cold understanding. no wonder derrica had wanted it back. ]
I'm fine, [ he says, and, ] don't apologize. [ he's quiet a beat longer and then offers, smiling crookedly, ] If you want to pour it out in the harbor, I can suggest a place or two.
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That's the question she hadn't really considered at length. Did she want to destroy her phylactery now that she had it in her hands?
She raises a small smile to Holden before turning from him, retreating to sit on her bed. Her hand closes over the phylactery in the process, coming to rest in her lap. ]
I don't know if I want to.
[ A little abashed, knowing it must sound illogical to him. ]
Have you ever...felt like it was impossible to let go of something, even knowing it was a danger to you?
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Honestly? All the time.
[ nothing so literal, of course, nothing so physical. the closest might be how he misses the weird, disturbing intrusions of the protomolecule beaming whatever was left of miller into his brain. but cause after cause after cause, which he holds onto with white knuckles, determined to see them through whether or not they destroy him — maybe it's not entirely different.
he pushes off from the wall, moves to sit near derrica. near enough that she could reach out, if she wanted to, but far enough for the space if she doesn't. ]
It probably doesn't surprise you that I have a hard time picking my battles. [ see, at least he's self-aware. ] The more impossible, the more likely I am to pick that fight.
[ fools keep going, even when they know there's no chance of winning, prax had said. ]
I don't know what I'd do, in your shoes. But I can't blame you if you want to keep it. What you do with it is up to you.
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There's a lot of things to fight in Thedas, [ is what she answers instead, looking up at him as her grip tightens slightly over the phylactery. ] Changing things for mages might be impossible no matter what we do.
[ She's never said that to someone who wasn't a mage before, barely even to other mages.
Even clawing back her phylactery had felt like a risk. It still feels like one. ]
Thank you for listening to me. I know it's...a lot to take in.
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there are a lot of peoples who deserve better than what they get; there are a lot of demons, literal and otherwise. there's not a lot that a single person, a single rifter, can do.
but that's never stopped him trying. he's quiet a long moment after she speaks, letting the words settle, appreciating the gravity of her admission. what he says is, ]
It's still worth the effort. [ maybe he's just playing into what he literally just told her, but he can't be anyone but himself. ] There's always something that can be done.
[ and he adds, after a beat, ]
The Fade is a lot to take in. This isn't a problem to listen to.