lost_and_foundry: (sad gnome eyes)
Barcus Wroot ([personal profile] lost_and_foundry) wrote in [community profile] calderamemes 2025-02-23 08:23 pm (UTC)

Oh...oh dear. "Ssh, sorry," he says softly and withdraws his hand. "I'm only trying to be here for you."

And he can do that without touching, so he does, turning to face him and putting his hands in his own lap, looking up at Solas patiently. It's hard to tell how much he's reading into his responses and his body language; truth be told, he's still watching, but discomfort and uncertainty are easy enough to spot. Once again, he's reminded of that first encounter with Gortash, that one revealing whisper he got out of him:

Why that god? Why Bane?
He was the one who answered. The only one.

Barcus draws in a breath, dismayed by the idea of taking stone that was simultaneously a living entity, part of a living body. As if someone had reached into Ashton to drain his blood or chip away at his golden scars. His hands clench and unclench in his lap, and he's quiet for a few heavy minutes.

"That's...the danger with innovation," he says softly, at last. "Not everything we find is ours for the taking, and nothing we create comes without its own consequences. I can easily see my own people doing the same thing."

That doesn't make it right, of course, but it makes it...comprehensible.

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