"Never once," Felassan agrees, "for anyone, in all the time I have known you."
Beneath the hyperbolic teasing — and it is hyperbole, but let's not ruin the mood discussing what may have been too easy for Mythal — Felassan sounds pleased about this. Maybe even affectionate. Maybe even admiring. He did befriend Solas on purpose, after all, on account of actually liking him.
He stirs the water with his feet. He doesn't trust this. Not the gods, not the world. It is beginning to feel real, but not to feel permanent, not like being saved. Only granted a stay of execution to do another stint of unwilling servitude.
But even if it's really only a more prolonged fall into nothingness than he expected, it's nice to have more time to talk.
"Tell me about the rest of it," he says. "Did you have to attend their Chantry, to be in the Inquisition? Did you make any friends?"
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Beneath the hyperbolic teasing — and it is hyperbole, but let's not ruin the mood discussing what may have been too easy for Mythal — Felassan sounds pleased about this. Maybe even affectionate. Maybe even admiring. He did befriend Solas on purpose, after all, on account of actually liking him.
He stirs the water with his feet. He doesn't trust this. Not the gods, not the world. It is beginning to feel real, but not to feel permanent, not like being saved. Only granted a stay of execution to do another stint of unwilling servitude.
But even if it's really only a more prolonged fall into nothingness than he expected, it's nice to have more time to talk.
"Tell me about the rest of it," he says. "Did you have to attend their Chantry, to be in the Inquisition? Did you make any friends?"