pinprick: (And all the paths were overgrown)
You know what to do.

Date: 2016-09-12 01:50 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] justice_is_blond
justice_is_blond: (Don't watch my heart break)
They can. We saw one of them change in front of our eyes, tracked down what happened, and it was Templars. On their recruits. And here, the notes, they're not, they weren't healer's notes. They were based on cutting into rather than what Creation magic could tell them, as far as what I could see.

All of the disappearances, they all went through this. The names and notes, they were detailed. They took people, put red lyrium into them, and watched what happened. And some of them were children. Just children.

Date: 2016-09-12 02:08 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] justice_is_blond
justice_is_blond: (Can't meet your eyes)
Thank you.

[He wishes he wasn't so weak, but at the same time he doesn't think anyone is doing well after this.]

I... I didn't want to kill another innocent. We didn't have a choice, but I wanted to never... never again.

Date: 2016-09-12 02:27 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] justice_is_blond
justice_is_blond: (Let me catch my breath)
[He breathes in shakily. If Nate's saying that, he believes it, and Anders needed to hear it.]

He set, set Herian and myself on fire. And his eyes, they'd changed. The humanity, his humanity, was gone. We lost him to Rage and I could see the moment it happened, the moment it was all over.
Edited Date: 2016-09-12 02:27 am (UTC)

Date: 2016-09-12 02:50 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] justice_is_blond
justice_is_blond: (That was my spleen)
It could have been me. It could have been, except I had you, and Bethany, and Adelaide, and so many others, and he had no one. He saw them kill his parents and he had no one.

And I couldn't even be there for him.

Date: 2016-09-12 03:29 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] justice_is_blond
justice_is_blond: (What I've become)
[He wants to argue that, but can't come up with any arguments. He'd done all he could. He hadn't turned the boy into an abomination. He hadn't angered the boy. He'd just not saved him.

Another exhale.]


I know. I know I did all I could. But I'm never going to forget the way he cried out for his parents, or the way it felt to help Herian cut through his neck. But he was in pain and I couldn't let the pain keep getting worse.

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