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Fuck you, you Initiative bastards.

Do you honestly think that just saying 'sorry, someone hit the wrong button' is really going to cut it? You messed with our heads. Do you know what else messes with peoples' minds like you just did? Demons do. So care to explain to us how you may just differ? Because I see nothing in your defense.

[And the feed cuts....

for about ten minutes so she can stop yelling. She's still irked though, but let's try and keep this part civil.]

Is everyone else all right?

[OOC: If anyone is offended by the language, please tell me and I'll put the first bit under a cut. /o/]

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-- the implication was that I wasn't doing well as a result.

[A short sigh]

I'm sorry then. They went into our memories and turned them against us in every possible way. The best thing to consider is that it isn't real. Not a single person or weapon or the ground you were standing on. They did it to mess with us and the moment you let something like that get to you is when you lose.

[And a little rage rolls back in~] Those bastards will break us into shadows of ourselves before they let us return home and away from their damned war. What better way to keep soldiers, right?

Right, next they're going to be starving us because hungry soldiers fight better.

[He frowns.]

There's got to be a limit to what they can do to us.

Haven't they already tried something similar to that?

[Snort.] And I doubt it. It's easier to shatter a person into obedience than it is to comply with their needs. If we fell in battle I wouldn't put it passed them to resurrect us. These bastards are certainly sick and twisted enough.

[There's a short pause.]

Just don't let it bother you, if you can.

[...right, because all those words were just completely reassuring there, ~~mom~~ Fiona.]

Working on it. I'll just hit myself over the head with something heavy until everything is a blissful dream.

[She's new at this, okay? And she'll .... laugh a bit. Actually. Shocking, I know.]

At least it will help you sleep.

Anora's snoring is enough to wake the dead...

[Snortlaugh.]

You probably should have tried to whisper that one. I doubt she'll appreciate hearing that.

[It's not like they even sleep in the same room, honestly.]

...right, well. Too late now.

[Then damn that is some impressive snoring.]

So it would be. I'd prepare for the worst, were I you.

I don't see how that would be much different from normal.

[Okay, so sometimes she just ignored him, but -- still.]

[BIG sigh, mopey sack of potatoes.]

Look. I don't know what you want me to tell you, my lord. But if you have a problem with your wife or overcoming what just happened, you have to fix it on your own. Because you're the only one who can make yourself miserable or feel better. And if you let everything take you down, there won't be any of you left.

At least concerning your wife, just try speaking with her. Because I am really doubting it's just the snoring that's a problem here.

[Mother of tough love. B|]

I didn't say it was a problem.

[The marriage, at least. He's resigned himself to the fact that it's just going to more or less be necessary for him to tolerate Anora not finding him the most charming person on the planet.]

I'm not! I'm -- optimistic! More optimistic than most people!

Are you sure about that?

Yes! I am the veritable life of every party!

[Snort. Yeah, right. Fereldan "parties".] All right then.

So if we're done talking here...?

...then you can go tend to whatever important things you need to do, yes.

[Sorry, kiddo. Apparently she's not done dealing with things. In the meantime have some sarcasm to shoo you away more effectively.] Appreciated.

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