"It must," Felassan agrees, his smile at her laugh and silent admonishment still lingering around his eyes. "You — " All these years to practice the lie, and he still does not say we unless it's truly necessary. " — put up a brick at a time, and they tear it down, but every now and then there is an opportunity to put up a dozen while their hands are tied. If you never miss that chance, eventually you will have built something."
Something sturdy enough its protection can be neglected to go tear down their walls, and keep them so busy undoing the damage they'll have to leave your own alone, and of course by you he means the entirety of the modern elven people. A dozen from Inquisitor Lavellan. A dozen more from someone else in a hundred years, and if they're lucky nothing has come along in the meantime to destroy everything. This is how it has gone.
But he has tortured that metaphor enough.
"So you were backed into a corner," he says, a prompt to continue her account, "and then you were backed into a — what do Inquisitors have? Did you have a dais?"
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Something sturdy enough its protection can be neglected to go tear down their walls, and keep them so busy undoing the damage they'll have to leave your own alone, and of course by you he means the entirety of the modern elven people. A dozen from Inquisitor Lavellan. A dozen more from someone else in a hundred years, and if they're lucky nothing has come along in the meantime to destroy everything. This is how it has gone.
But he has tortured that metaphor enough.
"So you were backed into a corner," he says, a prompt to continue her account, "and then you were backed into a — what do Inquisitors have? Did you have a dais?"