tuesday morning; dorian's room

[tevinteriscoming]

[Dorian is easy to track down if you want to talk to him. He's in his room, with Marinette outside guarding him. It's early in the morning for him, but he's been keeping an earlier schedule, grabbing breakfast and tea in the morning and re-checking out his tablet before returning to his room.]

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[tevinteriscoming]

Hm. [He looks thoughtful at that, and also wearily sad.] You know, I think you're the first person to say so. Thank you for that. Killer or no, I did care for him very much.

I agree that the Kampff can be our allies, but the extra incentive is an impediment to their cooperation. And yes, that was his secret, as it happens. He let me do this much and he nearly let me die for a ridiculous, impossible fantasy.

[antietam]

[ Maybe it shouldn't be so surprising to him that no one's thought about Dorian's feelings toward Bull. ] I know. I don't think any less of him.

So she promised something ridiculous and he still believed her? What was it? [ There's a pause. ] But he didn't let you die.

[tevinteriscoming]

He didn't, no. I should be glad, I suppose, that he didn't betray me that badly.

[But yeah. The point of the secret was just that he lied, that there was another incentive. What it was doesn't matter so much, so he may as well.]

His people, the qunari, have been at war with the Imperium for, well, centuries. There's an island in particular we've squabbled over. His incentive was to end the war there, to see it at peace under the Qun. It's obvious why he wouldn't have told me. I don't have any love for the Qun, but my problem with it is more. It isn't possible to solve that with magic. Even if the Qun were to retake it, it wouldn't have been what they showed him. You know I make no apologies for my own people, but the Qun is savage to those who won't assimilate, and barbaric to mages, of which there are many. The thought of peace in Seheron under the Qun is but a fantasy, and he's smart enough that he had to have known it.