exsilium | 02. Voice

[Fenris so rarely uses the tablet, even less so to publicly speak to everyone. It's pointless, as far as he's concerned. Sharing words on a machine when they could be shared face to face. This time, though, is different. He feels this is important enough to share. Not one for chatting purposelessly, he gets right to the point]

Today, I awoke with a message on this contraption. It appears to be one of the memoirs that have been brought up of late. I suppose it might be important to some of you, so listen.

[And he'll play the file, the tablet giving out the automated text-reader of the file (because Maker knows, Fenris can neither read nor write it onto the tablet himself, the electronic voice crackling out the message. Perhaps it detracts from the emotion of the message, or perhaps hearing the words from a voice, albeit a robotic one does the exact opposite. However people may feel about it, the message plays on:]

The "E" in my name is for "Elaine", so my name is Joyce Elaine--which means "Joyful Light". Well, let me tell you, I don't feel like a happy ray of sunshine at the moment. I feel angry. And scared. But mostly scared. I don't want to die. I don't care what anyone says. No one can be prepared for death--not even those who have lived a long time. There's got to be some final struggle involved; some sense of staying on this blasted world for one moment longer... And this is my struggle. This is me. My final thoughts and my final fight against the reaper. As long as this survives--I'll always be. Just do me a favor and don't erase this, okay? Thanks.

[Fenris considers leaving it there, his job done. But he feels maybe it would be wrong to the memory of this Elaine to do so. As much as he disliked the Initiative as a whole, he understood the words she spoke. There was some common ground, here]

Her words are wise ones. Perhaps it would do some of you good to learn from them.

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She, she, right...

Well, I don't know. I am still coming to terms over the Warden. Maybe we should just call this Hawke...Marian.

...Perhaps. I have become accustomed to calling her Hawke.

I am sure it's what she prefers, anyhow... I think? I don't know what she prefers anymore.

She has not said any different to me when I have spent time with her.

[And by spend time he means awkwardly deal with her while she drunk dials him]

[ Yeah Hawke acted all weird over Fenris when she first arrived, so this is a thing. ]

Has she said how much she likes you?

[He's silent for a moment, before exhaling. His feelings on Hawke are confused without this added sudden switch to whom he usually perceives as 'Hawke'. But he's not an idiot, he's noticed]

She told me I have pretty eyes.

That does not sound something Hawke would say.

[ Which is why it's so funny! Ahahaha, seriously. Also weird if she thinks about it too long. ]

She's right though, your eyes are pretty! What did you tell her?

She was very drunk at the time.

[She woke him up. He groans at the compliment]

Don't you start, it is bad enough with her and Isabela. [There's a pause] I asked her how drunk she was.

Oh, well, I wasn't sure. This Hawke is a lot nicer than I remember. But yes that explains it.

You should have told her she has even prettier eyes! You know, they're blue now.

I noticed.

...And I do not think that would be wise.

Why not? It wouldn't kill you to compliment someone.

I am afraid it would lead her on.

Lead her on where?

[A long suffering sigh]

Never mind. It does not matter.

[ Well with how weird Hawke got about Fenris...and Isabela mention her dating Anders or something insane like that. Good thing this isn't video since she's all squinty face. ]

I think it matters to Hawke. Is this the issue?

I do not know, perhaps. I am not....well versed in understanding the emotions of others. [Or himself]

Well, I don't think it would hurt anybody to tell them they have nice eyes. Did you not like the compliment?

I do not know. I suppose. [He doesn't know, Merrill, he really doesn't]

I think you know the things you don't like.

[ He's pretty vocal about that stuff, that's for sure. ]

So if you're unsure, maybe that speaks for itself.

[There's a measured silence as he ponders this]

...Perhaps.

And you aren't threatening me merely for bringing it up! That must mean you're in a good mood.

I am not in a particularly bad mood.

I suppose that is a miracle in itself!

[ She is teasing. Merrill knows he can have good moods, even, when the right people are around. ]

[There's a soft 'hamf' sound that could be considered a laugh]

I suppose they can happen on occasion.

You have shared the last wishes of someone; a piece of their soul is with that memory. I think that is indeed something to feel content on.

That and having pretty eyes.

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