wednesday; afternoon

[tevinteriscoming]

[Dorian is easy to track down if you want to talk to him. He's in his room, with Adrien outside guarding him. He avoids going out during the middle of the day, when most everyone is out and about, not wanting to run into anyone who doesn't want to see him, or, heaven forbid, Clover or Machias. He's got a book, some food, a little tea to drink, though it has gone cold. He doesn't need much more.]

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[tevinteriscoming]

I did happen to catch that. Grisly exercise. I suppose that these days, I'm hardly in a frame of mind to judge others for their secrets.

[He watched. He doesn't care. That's all there really is to say about it, isn't there?]

They were kind enough to show me the Bull's too, of course. Hadn't wanted me to know about his extra incentive, as it turns out. It's odd. Here I've been keeping secrets for him, as though I owe it to him to keep his. For instance, did you know there is more than one member of the Kampff? He didn't say so openly, so neither have I.

[erythristic]

[that's more than most people, and this is why she still respects Dorian after everything. she saw his - there's nothing she can or will say, not without exposing parts of herself she desperately wants hidden. if he'll bite his tongue, she'll keep hers.

but wait. her eyebrow lifts at those words.]

There's more of them? Not that I'm terribly surprised - what was it he said, that he was a safety net for Alice? It makes sense to have more than one person there lest your chosen killer find themselves on the wrong end of a blade or caught in crossfire. But then that raises the very obvious question of who those other members of this Kampff might be.

[she frowns, just a little bit.]

I won't ask you what that extra incentive was - after all, it's your choice whether you choose to keep his secrets still.

[tevinteriscoming]

Oh, the incentive itself doesn't matter, the secret was that he kept it from me for incredibly selfish reasons. He wanted to end a war, a nasty conflict between my people and his people that's been going on for, oh, at least a century. I'm sure for whatever reason, he thought I wouldn't approve of seeing Seheron taken by the Qun. Honestly, let the qunari have it, but the idea that there would be peace in Seheron, and peace under the Qun is ludicrous. If the war could be ended by magic, by sacrificing two lives for a ritual, Tevinter would have done so an age ago. There are magisters who have done more complex blood rituals to avoid balding.

[He's bitter about it, but it doesn't really change anything.]

I ought to have been allowed to know what I was sacrificing for. But, ah well. It is a precautionary tale; whoever the remaining Kampff are, I have no desire to learn their identity. I've kept enough terrible secrets for now. But. [And he pauses ever so slightly with this, considering. Bull seemed to trust Grell. Bull hardly trusted anyone.] Whoever they are, they're allies to some degree. I won't do anything to help those things find them.