[ So. Right. Instead of helping, he's only made it worse.
Well, that's nothing new. He does, at least, feel a bit guilty about it. Just as he did when he spoke with Alistair before. He doesn't want to be the one to share this kind of dreary story, but it's only fair they know. It may not be the outcome for them, but some things are going to line up. Aren't they? He honestly has no fucking idea and this whole entire disaster is making his head hurt. Maybe tonight he'll spend a little time getting to intimately know the booze selection his closet will give him. ]
It wasn't their fault, the mages. [ The world is ending, Carver is defending mages who turned to blood magic. ] Not saying it wasn't bloody stupid. Or that it was right. It... was just a shit of a situation. I don't— [ he exhales harshly, both hands carding through his hair ] I've never heard anything like it. Felt worse than the nightmares at times because for a time no one knew and no one was saying anything. You know how the Wardens like their secrets, even within the Order.
[ This whole entire thing is uncomfortable and Carver's stomach twists, alerting him that he's fed up with talking about all of this. It's not that simple, of course, since he's the only one who knows of what happens. Or what might come to happen. Or what might not even happen at all. He doesn't make eye contact with anyone and instead stares off somewhere out over the land, just barely keeping all of them in his peripheral. ]
For your sake I hope it doesn't happen wherever you come from. But, it's a real thing that happened for me. This whole mess exists somewhere.
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Well, that's nothing new. He does, at least, feel a bit guilty about it. Just as he did when he spoke with Alistair before. He doesn't want to be the one to share this kind of dreary story, but it's only fair they know. It may not be the outcome for them, but some things are going to line up. Aren't they? He honestly has no fucking idea and this whole entire disaster is making his head hurt. Maybe tonight he'll spend a little time getting to intimately know the booze selection his closet will give him. ]
It wasn't their fault, the mages. [ The world is ending, Carver is defending mages who turned to blood magic. ] Not saying it wasn't bloody stupid. Or that it was right. It... was just a shit of a situation. I don't— [ he exhales harshly, both hands carding through his hair ] I've never heard anything like it. Felt worse than the nightmares at times because for a time no one knew and no one was saying anything. You know how the Wardens like their secrets, even within the Order.
[ This whole entire thing is uncomfortable and Carver's stomach twists, alerting him that he's fed up with talking about all of this. It's not that simple, of course, since he's the only one who knows of what happens. Or what might come to happen. Or what might not even happen at all. He doesn't make eye contact with anyone and instead stares off somewhere out over the land, just barely keeping all of them in his peripheral. ]
For your sake I hope it doesn't happen wherever you come from. But, it's a real thing that happened for me. This whole mess exists somewhere.