Cole soaks in the context, the memories, the flickers of people he knows but doesn't, the echoes of other maybes. "Inquisitor Lavellan," he says. "I knew another Inquisitor Lavellan, in the Drift Fleet. She was Jove. My Inquisitor was Nadezhda Cadash, a dwarf."
He refocuses on the words Cho's body said. "Compassion can become Mercy. Mercy and Compassion can both Despair." He shivers roughly. "Wisdom becomes Pride. Justice, Vengeance, Rage. The mortals around us can change us. When there's no Compassion, mortals Despair... so we Despair too."
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Cole soaks in the context, the memories, the flickers of people he knows but doesn't, the echoes of other maybes. "Inquisitor Lavellan," he says. "I knew another Inquisitor Lavellan, in the Drift Fleet. She was Jove. My Inquisitor was Nadezhda Cadash, a dwarf."
He refocuses on the words Cho's body said. "Compassion can become Mercy. Mercy and Compassion can both Despair." He shivers roughly. "Wisdom becomes Pride. Justice, Vengeance, Rage. The mortals around us can change us. When there's no Compassion, mortals Despair... so we Despair too."