word association.

[pitseleh]

because i like this one ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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[uth]

Singing.

[trevelyan_renegade]

[ Okay, he laughs. ]

Nightingale.

[uth]

Above.

[trevelyan_renegade]

I don't know. Clouds?

[uth]

Have I tongue-tied you, Inquisitor? Not my intention at all, I assure you.

[trevelyan_renegade]

A little. Suppose I don't look up half as often as I think.

Wait! I have a better one: hierarchy. That's the more intelligent answer, isn't it?

[uth]

I suppose it is, but perhaps not in the spirit of the game.

In the interest of fairness, Sister Nightengale is often directly above me.

[trevelyan_renegade]

Well. Then we'll have to go with clouds, I suppose. Do you see Clouds in the Fade?

It could be worse, though. You could have Cullen above you. I don't wish the noise of those armoured boots on anybody.

[uth]

It would be easier to come up with a list of things I haven't seen in the Fade.

Do you not spend much time surveying your own troops, Inquisitor?

[trevelyan_renegade]

No.

[ It's a quick, determined answer. Perhaps a little bitter. ]

They aren't really 'my' troops.

[uth]

Then I am curious: Whose are they?

[trevelyan_renegade]

Cullen's? Cassandra's? Maybe Leliana's. I haven't had a word in all this ever since it started. All this time they've only dragged me around and used me as a justification for their cause. I never wanted this. I'm just a figurehead, someone they can sell the people as a saviour. Just because those soldiers invoke my name alongside Andraste's when they sacrifice themselves at someone's command doesn't mean I need to go along with it.

[uth]

And yet, were you to say the word, you could banish all three from your organization. With another word, you could have the armies marching in whatever direction you wished. Is that powerlessness?

[trevelyan_renegade]

[ He's quiet at that. Doesn't really believe it, honestly, but can't settle on a single point to use as an argument against it. Maybe he could. He doubts it; he has no involvement in the actual organisation, which is shared between Cassandra, Cullen, Leliana, and Josephine, but more than that, he wouldn't know what to do without them. ]

I don't want armies. I never wanted any of this!

[uth]

Have you considered giving it to someone else?

[trevelyan_renegade]

This mark?

[ He's still grumpy, but he sighs. He's not angry at Solas. Solas is one of his closest friends, and he respects the mage. ]

I would if I could. I feel like I haven't been in control of any of this since I got this mark.

[uth]

Then it seems you must make the best with what you have, Inquisitor. You have come far, you know. All this started in a dungeon.

[trevelyan_renegade]

Feels so long ago now, doesn't it?

[ He concedes a brief smile, but it's forced. He's tired, and still a tad angry and bitter. ]

It'll do, so long as we still have Corypheus as a target. But I don't know what will happen after that.

[uth]

After that, you may leave, or dismiss others-- the conqueror of one of the original magisters will book no argument with any party. You will be beyond reproach from anyone save yourself. It is up to you, whether or not that tastes like freedom.