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[dirth]

My intention was to make sure you lived, not to discuss the sentimentality of your death.

[rowancrowned]

Here I am, alive.

It was... not unpleasant.

[dirth]

Good. [ A beat, then - ] I made sure your cousin was well.

[rowancrowned]

She made sure you were well, I suspect.

[ dryly: ] She is a force of nature, mellon-nin. Something this small would not phase her.

[dirth]

I was more concerned with her health than my own. [ Do not call him that -

he winces. ] She was more comfortable away from the spirits.

[rowancrowned]

You are kind.

[ he exhales. ]

As were many, I think. It was easily handled, in the end.

[dirth]

[ I am not - ]

So it seems. The Veil was repaired.

[rowancrowned]

You are well?

[ from the loss, he means. ]

[dirth]

Fine. I was unconcerned.

[rowancrowned]

Was it pleasant?

[dirth]

It was familiar.

[rowancrowned]

Is the familiar not a comfort?

[dirth]

It was not the same. Imagine an echo, a reflection.

[rowancrowned]

A diminishing?

I am familiar.

[ intimately. ]

[dirth]

Something of that kind, yes.

[rowancrowned]

I enjoyed it.

[dirth]

That does not surprise me.

[rowancrowned]

I am boring now that I am married.

[dirth]

Or perhaps I know you.

[rowancrowned]

Are we still at the stage of 'perhaps'?

[dirth]

Circumstance has proven the necessity of 'perhaps'.

[rowancrowned]

You know me. I have not done you the kindness of lying.

[dirth]

You have done me another cruelty.

[rowancrowned]

[ tiredly: ] Solas.

Must we go in circles?

[dirth]

No. Perhaps that was unjust of me.