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            “Leliana." 

How formal he sounds, though he’s been this way since Ostagar. Perhaps he thinks if he stays distant, professional, he won’t get attached, won’t have to suffer any kind of brutal loss once again. It’s pathetic almost, but it’s worth a try.

                            Of course, his plan shatters before his very eyes. He’s already too invested in this topic, already too interested in her claims of visions. As a result, that formal tone of his soon cracks and breaks and crumbles before his very eyes. He’s too interested to manage any kind of act to hide it.

                     "You spoke of the Maker, when we first met. 
                                     Would you talk further of such things?”