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[onlyhymns]

[For personal threads, memos, things left in his quarters for him to stumble on, confessions of love, injunctions, jars of bees, and so forth.]

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[exequy]

[ Ugh.

But he doesn't say anything. He crosses his arms. Waits. ]

[onlyhymns]

[Eventually, it passes. They're still in the hallway, and the mage is standing there with that judgmental face is his, and Cade's anxiety spikes in a completely different way. He's doing it again, he's being Weird at someone.]

Sorry, [he says before he can stop himself.] I'm....
[An agonizing five seconds passes.]

...what was the question?

[exequy]

[ Andraste help him. ]

Whether you had dealt with any abominations other than those formed from sleeping children.

[onlyhymns]

Uhh-
[don't panic, stare at the wall, stare at the guy, don't stare at the guy. stare at the floor.]

--um. Yes.

[exequy]

[ Yes, stare at the floor. That means he wins. ]

And?

[onlyhymns]

[This is beginning to feel like torture, in that every moment he has to dwell on these experiences is torturous.]

--and I killed them, [he says, his voice breaking impatiently.] Or helped kill them. [what do you waaant]

[exequy]

How? [ Two people can play at that game, where the game is sounding increasingly impatient while communicating poorly. ] What did it require? What could they do?

[onlyhymns]

They-- [he's making him think about it, and Cade doesn't want to think about it. The gore, the smell of ozone, the awful roaring--]

--have to be silenced. M..magically. [He rests back against the wall, not trusting himself to walk and speak at the same time, but he looks past Kostos with brows furrowed, expression intense.]
And struck down. Like you'd kill anything else. But they'll do anything-- anything.
[He winces.]
... have to be silenced over, and over again. So they can't get a hold on you. [You, a mage. A free mage. Who's probably loving this.]

[exequy]

[ He does love hearing about his people turning into murderous monsters who have to be stopped. Personal hobby. ]

What is anything?

[onlyhymns]

[Cade shudders, his eyes squeezing closed for a moment. Please stop.]

Use--... corpses around them... you-- their own friends-- [His hand gives a little twitch.] ...for more power. Ta...take them apart. Take themselves apart.

[exequy]

Right.

[ This isn't helpful. Or not helpful enough, at least, to be worth dragging information out of the Templar like a dead giant through a small tunnel. ]

Thank you for your time.

[ —that would probably be more convincing if his tone didn't sound like it needed an eye roll accompaniment. ]