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Ser Harriman -

Cade.

( She puts her hands folded on the table; a compromise. She'd want to be reached for, in his position, but she isn't him and she won't pretend so much intimacy with a man she's met fleetingly, the once. )

I am going to do everything in my power to ensure the best possible outcome. I'm not asking you to believe that a perfect stranger has your best interests selflessly at heart - I'm asking you to believe that I understand the importance of the Inquisition, and that the best outcome for the Inquisition is you made a more effective member of it. Not your death.

All your death says to anyone is that the Seekers accept they failed. And I don't want that to be how my cousin is remembered by the people of Kirkwall. I know it's not as touching as if a friend of yours came here with an impassioned speech about protecting you, but my way gives you the best chance. Please be willing to meet me halfway.

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[He does, deeply, want to be reached for. But if someone did, Cade wouldn't know what to do with it, so Gwen's restraint is appreciated. Resting his elbows on his knees, he folds his hands over his mouth and takes in the sight of the woman's hands on the table.
When he looks at her, there's a glimmer of desperation in his pale eyes. Though wordless, he pleads for respite; a year ago, he'd have fought tooth and nail to be kept in the Templars. Now, he just wants peace. Just let it end.

Cade nods once more, and shows by his uncharacteristically held eye contact that he understands, and is invested. He's not good with words, but he knows when to say yes.]

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( Gwenaëlle, of all people, understands what she's looking at. It pricks at her - she wishes she had something better to offer. That she could tell him he was cared for. That she could tell him she knows he won't be executed for other people's failures.

She's given him honesty. It's cold comfort, but it will have to do. )

If you need to speak with me for any reason, I've a crystal or Ser Coupe knows where to reach me. And I'll tell you this -

I'm neither very patient nor very nice. I'm not a bleeding heart, and I hate having my time wasted. I don't take on anything I believe to be a lost cause. You're not, ( very clearly, as she rises, her own cup empty but his and the teapot left for him, ) a lost cause.

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[Honesty is all he can hope for, at the moment. Cade nods a final time, looking uneasy at how pointedly Gwen explains herself, but her message isn't lost on him. Perhaps her words won't convince him now, but at least, if someone impatient and not very nice says it, she must believe it.]