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"It's hard lots of places." He said it like he knew. Or it could have been just because he'd heard it elsewhere. "It matters when people try to make it better."
Ariadne tilted her head to one side, eyes running along the planes of his face for a moment. When she had to finally blink, she unwrapped her bundle and took out a sweet roll she'd pinched from someone's plate, offering it to Cole.
He looked at the roll quizzically for a second before simply shaking his head. Still a bit awkward, figuring out how to politely refuse. Most of the time, he didn't have to worry about it — but she was going to remember him.
"I remember parts and pieces. That was the real Cole — before I was him."
He stepped toward the exit, assuming that she would follow. She wanted to deliver the food, didn't she?
Indeed, she did. And after putting the roll away and tying up her bundle again, she followed after Cole.
"What do you mean by 'the real Cole?'" she asked, doing her best to keep her voice down as she trotted along. "Are you trying to imply that you're not real?"
"I'm not. Not really." And that wasn't a sad thing. It just was the truth. "I'm what the real Cole wanted to be. Something better than he thought he was. Someone that could help instead of hurt."
The truth about the way Cole had 'hurt' people was something the spirit had tried so hard to impart to him before he'd died.
"He had a childhood. He had a mother who loved him, and a father who didn't. It — wasn't always hard. But there were too many bad days, in the end."
So there was--or had been--a real person named Cole at one point. But this wasn't him. Ariadne could put it into the context of some of the stories she'd heard growing up. Of people, spirits, monsters, demons inhabiting the bodies of humanoids. That didn't mean that this was the exact same thing, but it was enough to understand.
Of course, she had a million questions almost immediately.
"What he wanted to be? That sounds very, very nice. At least, I think it does... Helping, not hurting. That's good."
They passed through the wide front doors of the main hall, toward the stairs that led down to the courtyard. Cole gave her a small smile as they walked. The people they passed glanced in Ariadne's direction, sometimes, but never his.
"You should ask questions," he piped up as they started down the stairs. "People don't always want to ask — then, when they don't understand, they say 'demon,' and want to make us disappear."
That earned him a sympathetic grimace. She so hated the way that people threw around that word. Especially when it could mean so many things, not all of them bad.
But she let it go at that.
Every probability she saw suggested that Cole knew her secret. She didn't know how, exactly. Something to do with his otherness. But it wasn't something she felt ready to talk about.
Not yet, anyway.
"You should be very careful, giving me free license to ask questions," she warned him. "I might never stop. But I don't know if I'm being rude or not."
"There's a lot I don't understand." A hint of mournfulness in his tone, there: for all he can see, for all he can do, there's so much about existence that still escapes him.
On the other side of the coin, though, it can be fun to be curious for curiosity's sake.
"I never knew there were worlds outside of this one. I'd like to know more about yours. So many words are the same, but the meanings don't match. Elves. Demons. Dragon. Somehow, they're different."
She smiled mildly. "I can understand how frustrating that is," she said. She knew all too well. And it bothered her that homophones could cause so much confusion across more than one world. Language was normally a place where she excelled.
So, finally, she shrugged. "All right," she said. "You can ask questions, if you want. I think I can trust you, can't I? Not to get me in trouble or anything."
The word 'Inquisition' would never sit well with her. One more problem of homophones.
Ariadne smiled grimly. Of her Alastrian gifts, her talons were the most difficult to reconcile. She was a pacifist. She didn't like hurting other people. But for climbing and breaking and...well...scaring people...they really couldn't be beat.
She glanced down at her fingernails, which looked so ordinary and Human for the moment. "It's said they can break any mineral known. I don't know if that's true or not, I've never tested it."
"I can't say that I've ever encountered an unknown mineral," she said. "Trees. Metal. Stone. Even enchanted cloth. Everything in my realm rips. Except for my own talons."
Of course, she couldn't dismiss the notion that something native to Thedas might challenge her limits. But she'd been cautious about it.
"Red, jagged shards," Cole murmured. "Unearthed, unnatural. Corrupted somewhere beneath the stone—" But he interrupted himself, and spoke again with a more conversational voice. "No. That wouldn't work."
Ariadne, of course, had no idea what he was talking about. But it was simple enough to know that it was something that was troubling him, Thedas, or both. And she was far too eager to please for her own good, most of the time.
"It's the red lyrium," he said, answering the question she hadn't asked. "Towers of it left at the Temple of Sacred Ashes, scattered along the Storm Coast... the templars were taking it, before the Herald saved them. It ate their insides." He almost shuddered at the memory of that last part. He'd watched it happen at Therinfal Redoubt, not understanding, but knowing it was wrong.
"Varric doesn't dream, but he sees the shards sometimes, when it's dark and he closes his eyes. He wants them destroyed." But: "You're not supposed to touch it. It could hurt you."
Her eyes widened to the size of coins. She'd heard of the mysterious red lyrium, and heard nothing good about it. But nothing could quite measure up to the idea of something eating your insides.
What the Red Dragon would do if he ever learned of such a substance.
Burning alive would seem like a mercy.
"I don't know if my talons could really destroy it. Only cut it into smaller pieces. But I'd be willing to try, if you thought it would help."
"It's hard to say." He sounded doubtful. Cole did his best to never deal in false hope — things would always be worse after the thread broke. "If you see any, you could try. But be careful."
"I'm always careful," she said. Which was more or less true. Depending on how you looked at things. Her occupation wasn't exactly for the wary, but she went about things as wisely as she could most of the time. And since she was so often so easily dismissed, she was Lysia's secret weapon.
"I think it's my turn to ask a question though," she added. "And I'd like to how know it is that you can just appear someplace. There's never any hint. Not even a smell."
"Invisibility doesn't mask a scent," Ariadne said, more to herself than to him. "Which means that if you're there already, it must be on a separate plane of existence."
They were pushing the boundaries of how well she understood existence. She's participated in some of the Elf rituals in the past, calling on the deities of the Sacred Realm. Princess Amanda had done her best to explain it. Like two pieces of parchment, overlapping but separate.
It hadn't made much sense, but Ariadne hadn't forgotten it.
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But her frown melted away when he went on about the children.
"I try," she said, ducking her head modestly. "It's hard to be a kid in a place like this." It was hard to be an adult too.
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"Were you ever a child?" she asked.
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"I remember parts and pieces. That was the real Cole — before I was him."
He stepped toward the exit, assuming that she would follow. She wanted to deliver the food, didn't she?
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"What do you mean by 'the real Cole?'" she asked, doing her best to keep her voice down as she trotted along. "Are you trying to imply that you're not real?"
She wouldn't be surprised if he said yes.
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The truth about the way Cole had 'hurt' people was something the spirit had tried so hard to impart to him before he'd died.
"He had a childhood. He had a mother who loved him, and a father who didn't. It — wasn't always hard. But there were too many bad days, in the end."
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Of course, she had a million questions almost immediately.
"What he wanted to be? That sounds very, very nice. At least, I think it does... Helping, not hurting. That's good."
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"You should ask questions," he piped up as they started down the stairs. "People don't always want to ask — then, when they don't understand, they say 'demon,' and want to make us disappear."
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But she let it go at that.
Every probability she saw suggested that Cole knew her secret. She didn't know how, exactly. Something to do with his otherness. But it wasn't something she felt ready to talk about.
Not yet, anyway.
"You should be very careful, giving me free license to ask questions," she warned him. "I might never stop. But I don't know if I'm being rude or not."
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There. She'd said it.
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On the other side of the coin, though, it can be fun to be curious for curiosity's sake.
"I never knew there were worlds outside of this one. I'd like to know more about yours. So many words are the same, but the meanings don't match. Elves. Demons. Dragon. Somehow, they're different."
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So, finally, she shrugged. "All right," she said. "You can ask questions, if you want. I think I can trust you, can't I? Not to get me in trouble or anything."
The word 'Inquisition' would never sit well with her. One more problem of homophones.
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And he hadn't told anybody about those. So, yes. She could trust him to keep her secrets.
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She glanced down at her fingernails, which looked so ordinary and Human for the moment. "It's said they can break any mineral known. I don't know if that's true or not, I've never tested it."
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"What if you didn't know the type of mineral you were testing on? Would it not work then?"
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Of course, she couldn't dismiss the notion that something native to Thedas might challenge her limits. But she'd been cautious about it.
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Ariadne, of course, had no idea what he was talking about. But it was simple enough to know that it was something that was troubling him, Thedas, or both. And she was far too eager to please for her own good, most of the time.
...all of the time.
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"Varric doesn't dream, but he sees the shards sometimes, when it's dark and he closes his eyes. He wants them destroyed." But: "You're not supposed to touch it. It could hurt you."
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What the Red Dragon would do if he ever learned of such a substance.
Burning alive would seem like a mercy.
"I don't know if my talons could really destroy it. Only cut it into smaller pieces. But I'd be willing to try, if you thought it would help."
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"I think it's my turn to ask a question though," she added. "And I'd like to how know it is that you can just appear someplace. There's never any hint. Not even a smell."
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They were pushing the boundaries of how well she understood existence. She's participated in some of the Elf rituals in the past, calling on the deities of the Sacred Realm. Princess Amanda had done her best to explain it. Like two pieces of parchment, overlapping but separate.
It hadn't made much sense, but Ariadne hadn't forgotten it.
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