"We're a lot the same," Cole murmurs. "Watching, unseen, others living their lives, sharing their kisses and heartbreaks and tears and holds and never having them for ourselves." he looks at their hands and shuffles to curl his other one over Ben's, journal still squashed between his thighs and chest.
"Not like that. Solas was tall, thin... shaved head. Completely shaved. He wore a wolf's jaw bone and a green tunic and looked no older than you and your brothers. Cassandra has dark hair and more scars than fancy clothes or shoes. She can break magic with a thought and bones with her shield, but she squeezes her knees and squeaks with happiness when she gets Varric's newest book, and he never teases her for being girlish about it, just about the fact that she likes his works best."
He doesn't know if Solas or Cassandra would've liked Ben. He hopes they would have.
"Nadezhda Cadash. She's a dwarf. She used to be a thief to survive, but now she's one of the most powerful people in Thedas and she hates it. She just wants to make people be less awful and have a good meal every night. I met them when I came to the Inquisition, in Haven. They needed my help, and I wanted to help the most people I could. Nadezhda could see me. All the time. Because of the Mark in her hand. Solas can always see me too. Cassandra was the one who restarted the Inquisition, to hunt out the blood mages and cultists and Darkspawn. But she didn't want to lead. Didn't know how. Said Cadash should. So she did."
He lifts Ben's hands up and then, unexpectedly, tries to reach out towards Ben's body... to his stomach. "If I spoke to them, would they hear me through the Rift in you?"
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"Not like that. Solas was tall, thin... shaved head. Completely shaved. He wore a wolf's jaw bone and a green tunic and looked no older than you and your brothers. Cassandra has dark hair and more scars than fancy clothes or shoes. She can break magic with a thought and bones with her shield, but she squeezes her knees and squeaks with happiness when she gets Varric's newest book, and he never teases her for being girlish about it, just about the fact that she likes his works best."
He doesn't know if Solas or Cassandra would've liked Ben. He hopes they would have.
"Nadezhda Cadash. She's a dwarf. She used to be a thief to survive, but now she's one of the most powerful people in Thedas and she hates it. She just wants to make people be less awful and have a good meal every night. I met them when I came to the Inquisition, in Haven. They needed my help, and I wanted to help the most people I could. Nadezhda could see me. All the time. Because of the Mark in her hand. Solas can always see me too. Cassandra was the one who restarted the Inquisition, to hunt out the blood mages and cultists and Darkspawn. But she didn't want to lead. Didn't know how. Said Cadash should. So she did."
He lifts Ben's hands up and then, unexpectedly, tries to reach out towards Ben's body... to his stomach. "If I spoke to them, would they hear me through the Rift in you?"