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[heroica]

Who: Robyn, Brennan, and Dorian
Where: Third floor, room 028
When: July 29th
Rating: PG
Summary: She'd been dragging her feet in telling the truth to two of her closest friends in Wonderland. Finally, she brings herself to their door with the intention of speaking it.
The Story: [ Her heart hammers in her throat as she stands outside of the room that belongs to Brennan and Dorian. The Warden stands, rising and falling from the tips of her does, fist hovering just in front of the wood without knocking. She'd said weeks ago to Alistair that she would tell the others the truth, that the people she considered close friends deserved to know. It still feels wrong, as if she's about to burden them greatly, but... the other Warden had been right. If it were one of them and there was the chance she may never see them again, she would want to know.

Robyn pushes herself to knock, swallowing, lowering back down to wait, anticipatory, on the ground. ]

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[outofthebreach]

[ He lets his hand fall away, letting her decide what she was comfortable with, but it doesn't wipe the sorrow from his face. Or the hint of confusion.

He doesn't know the whole story from their world - how could he, with their Warden in the Deep Roads and Alistair on the throne. But he'd learned things from Stroud, when dealing with what they believed was an Archdemon at Adamant. When dealing with Corypheus' seeming immortality. Things Morrigan told him, things Flemeth had hinted at. He might not know the whole story, but he knew how to read between the lines when his companions tended to be vague. Which was a lot, actually. He'd put broken, jagged pieces together to form a semblance of an idea of what had happened. As unbelievable as it had been. But how was this any more unbelievable than the rest of what they'd gone through. One more impossible being when Brennan was finding he was surrounded by more than he'd ever thought possible. He shakes his head now, unsure how to bring it up, or how much to say.

Perhaps he shouldn't say anything at all? If the choice is already made...

He looks to Dorian, and ultimately holds his tongue. It would do no good to let on that there had been another option if it is already too late. And Kieran is not his secret to reveal. Even if he feels a deep sense of guilt at keeping this from her when she was being honest with them. ]

No, it's not in you to let someone else take the risk in your place. I can't say that even surprises me. [ He gives her a fond look, though still saddened. ] Or that I could disagree with it, though I want to, if only to spare you this.

[magisterium]

[Dorian, too, struggles with just how much they should reveal-- or not, as the case may be, as wrong as it seems in the face of such honesty. The choice Robyn had made, however difficult it may have been, was hers all the same, and one that he had to respect, even if he felt stricken by the truth of it.

There were different paths she could have taken, paths their own world's Warden had chosen, and yet it felt just as wrong to tell her she could have chosen differently as it did to keep secrets at all.

The only right choice was respect, support.]

Even if you chose...

[He shakes his head a second time, not wanting to accept this as Robyn's reality.]

No. My apologies. What you did, your sacrifice-- I'm not certain there's anything more brave or selfless.

[heroica]

[ She hadn't been able to turn over the man that she loved into the arms of a woman who... she had trusted, but that night, had seemed suddenly to be another person. She couldn't, in good faith, convince Alistair that she believed producing a child with Morrigan to save themselves was the right thing to do. That night, Morrigan had seemed the very image of the now "dead" Flemeth, and the Warden had passed on her message, her plan, to Alistair without any real conviction of its merits.

Maybe it had been naive. Selfish, even. It's too late for those kinds of what-ifs. ]

I was hardly the only one to die that day, and not the only Warden, either. [ Riordan had been killed by that dragon, too. ] I only did my duty.

[ Really, she might have died in a much more painful way; Robyn barely remembers any discomfort at all, once the pillar of light engulfed her and the archdemon both. ]

I didn't tell you to be lauded as a hero. [ She continues, as if there had ever been doubts about her thoughts on the title 'Hero of Ferelden.' ] I told you because you're my friends, and... I don't want to lie about it anymore. Not to you.

[outofthebreach]

[ Brennan doesn't hesitate this time, doesn't let her keep her carefully-maintained distance. He reaches out and drags her into his arms, wrapping her up in a warm hug as he tucks her against his chest, meeting Dorian's gaze over her head, sorrow in his eyes. ]

We're not lauding you as a hero, sweetling. You're Robyn, you're our friend, before everything else. We can mourn our friend at the same time as admiring her for making one of the most difficult choices of her life. And saving the world, whether she wants to be modest about it or not.