inbox.

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Comments

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Of course I fucking do, I'm a fucking assassin.

[But he also says it in his same flat tone as every joke and lie, so. Grain of salt.]

[rathercommon]

[ yeah, that gets a sigh, because she knows it's true, because she googled him. ]

Yeah. And I spent plenty of years thieving. Doesn't mean I sleep with my lockpicks beside me every night. And anyway, I'm quite certain your friend wouldn't be well pleased if you killed yourself, especially over him.

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No, the fault would be yours.

[rathercommon]

Hardly. You'd have made the choice. You ought to take responsibility for your actions, Mr Averesch.

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[ugh]

Are you done? Will we be having a real conversation?

[rathercommon]

[ A put-upon sigh. ]

So what are you planning? What are your next steps here?

[exsecutus]

[There. Thank the fucking ancestors or the Maker or whoever.]

Analysis of what I've got. A return trip. Not through the Inquisition's channels.

[rathercommon]

To Tevinter? Could I come, too?

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By the tits of my ancestors. I thought you'd never ask.

[rathercommon]

...Okay, I can't read whether you're being sincere or not.

[exsecutus]

Please. Why wouldn't I want you along.

[rathercommon]

You - think I'm annoying?

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And I'd prefer to point you at Tevinter.

[rathercommon]

[ Gee. ]

Thanks. I guess.

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Not very gracious.

[Like he's in any position to comment on a lack of grace but whatever ok]

There may be a place for you. If you're entirely serious.

[rathercommon]

[ And "not very gracious" earns a very pointed snort. But she doesn't linger over it too long, because - ]

I'm serious.

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Then I'll find a use for you.

[rathercommon]

Don't say it like that. But all right. I'm in.

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I hope so. As you invited yourself.

[rathercommon]

And you're welcome.

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[He snorts.]

Yeah. That remains to be seen.