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[interroga]

[ A brief pause, a thoughtful hum behind Cassian’s teeth. His response is perhaps surprisingly earnest: ]

I think it makes sense. The versions of you when you were young and carefree, maybe you weren’t right for each other then. While daring death daily is a great way to revise your priorities.

[bouchonne]

[ Hm. Byerly is a bit surprised by that earnestness - but not displeased. There's something awfully charming about a spy who wears his heart on his sleeve.

Lightly teasing - ]

That's very wise. Particularly coming from a Northerner. I've always been under the impression that the Tevinter response to death frightens me is something along the lines of, so I shall conquer death.

[interroga]

[ The teasing’s a welcome respite, a quick distraction from having given away a little more than he meant to— ]

No, those are the power-hungry mages. Lots of cackling during thunderstorms and keeping brains in jars. Easy mistake.

[bouchonne]

Isn’t that everyone up there, though? That’s certainly what the sisters at the Chantry taught me.

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You’d think.

[ It only sounds a little arch. He’s well-aware how Tevenes are perceived abroad; it’s been very purposefully set up that way, after all. ]

There are some of us up north who can’t do shit, magically. Not that you’d know it from the reputation.