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I preferred the old books better. [This thing is being folded every which way, because they just had to make this thing harder to use.] At least you knew where you stood with them. The old books never changed; they might never have been easy to use, but they you knew what you were supposed to do with them.

[Is he talking about the book, still? Maybe, maybe not.] With all this talk of the Initiative and the United Earth issues, there's been something that's come up several times. Something I would be worried about, and so should others.

Traitors. Those who turned away from the goal right when their colleagues needed them most. Or the ones who never came to help in the first place, though they said they would. Traitors also includes liars. Yes. Liars. The ones who never tell the truth, especially when the truth could be the information you needed the most.

[He's getting exasperated with this new book.] I wonder, how did everyone else treat liars back home? In Ferelden, we had several ways of punishing those that had committed crimes against the crown, or those who'd lied and were caught. Some of them seemed rather harsh, but if someone who steals loses a finger, why not have the liar lose something as well? Something they value, something close to them, so that they can be hurt as much as they have hurt those around them.

So, how should we treat those liars, here? If we find traitors, what do we do with them? A mock execution, whipping, leaving them bound and gagged in a small room? Killing them would just be too merciful for what they've done, wouldn't it? [He pauses.]

Andraste's foul breath, this new book is more difficult then the other! [Okay, he's done with this book thing. With a yell, he throws it across the room.]

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[He didn't cheat to hurt her. He didn't cheat to make her upset; in most cases, she had never been thought about at all, until it was over and done with. That was the truly terrible thing about it; he should have been thinking about her. he should have been thinking about her all the time.

He was a hypocrite. The worse of the ones out there. Maybe, like the man he had talked to before, karma was a very true thing. He looks up at her again. She had a point. Several points. If Loghain ever showed up here, he would kill him on the spot, no matter the cost.]

Did you ever think of me, Anora? During that time, between my death and your marriage of convenience... [He can't help but say it in disgust.]

Did you miss me? Did you stop loving me, because I was gone, and it was all for your taking? [He looks down, now. He can't bear it.] Do you love me, even now? Did you lie because you love me, or because it was easier for you?

[he's throwing so many questions at her at once, each one with their own blow, that she doesn't have time to wrap her head around an answer. as he looks down and away from her, Anora tentatively approaches, smoothing out her skirt as she finally gets down to his level, resting on her knees, leaving inches between them to satiate whatever bubble he may put up.

she's glad it's only the two of them. in anyone else's presence she wouldn't have dared to even kneel. but they knew each other as children and right now it isn't a king and a queen talking, it's two childhood friends who never had a choice.]

Of course I thought of you. [she's still not the touchy feely sort, but her hand does reach out to brush a strand of hair away from his face. any sign of him flinching would have her drawing back, of course. she's not good at this 'love' talk, she never was. what is it with Theirins and their feelings?] Of course I missed you...I...

[she's usually so well-versed, it's painful that she finds her voice catching. her hands are at her knees and blue eyes trace the familiar profile of his face.]

...suppose it had been for both those reasons.

[Theirins were traditionally emotional. Even half Theirins, if Alistair is any indication. But he throws the questions at her as fast as they come to mind. He'd been thinking about them for awhile, ever since he'd found out, and even more when he'd made those comments on the network.

Now he really did feel like when he was younger and he had stubbed his toe. It hurt really badly, for the first few minutes, but eventually it went away. Right now he was still going through the "badly hurting" phase of it all.

But. Sometimes Anora could be almost kind. Not in a patronizing way, either. When she brushed away a strand of hair, he looked up.]

...What does this mean, now? [He frowns.] I'm dead. I am a dead man, and so I am without any rights. Isn't that how it goes? I have nothing, and you and... Alistair [He can't say that name without disgust.] now has everything I should.

I...honestly do not know what this means.

[it's been something she's been wondering ever since Cailan showed up.]

Our titles mean little here. What good is a king or queen of a country that does not even exist here?

And what of man and wife? Does that mean nothing, as well?

I am still your wife.

[She rises, looking away towards the door.]

Though I don't know what that means here, either.

I believe it is illegal to be married to two men at the same time, my dear.

[When she moves away, his anger comes back. His tone was sarcastic, scathing. Not happy about any of this, and especially not happy at her.]

Looking for an exit? I've heard running from your problems works for a time.

That is no fault of mine dear husband.

[How quickly this escalated again, and she's masking her hurt at his sudden change in disposition with her own brand of bitterness.]

I am not running from a problem, you know me better than that Cailan. I am giving you your space because clearly you need more time alone to sort this all out.

[She turns, not looking back as she leaves.]

As do I.

Don't come back. [Calls out just before she leaves. It's something he'll regret, later on. But for now, he means it.

Maybe he should have added in "for now". Or "until later".]

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