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No. But - there's a difference between not liking her and wanting her dead.

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It is not a matter of liking her or not liking her. I don't give a shit about her. She might be fine. Fine is not what I strive for. Fine will get us nothing. It will win no battles and claim no ground in the battle toward true change and progress, of which the Chantry must surely and regrettably play a part, for however long as the masses cling to its authority and teachings.

Agathe does not dare enough. I don't plan this as punishment. Everything dies. With hers, we stand a greater chance to see some movement toward something real. We push her supporters toward our choice, and we winnow out those too weak or choleric to make that choice. They can't go for Benedetta if she is behind Agathe's death. They can't choose the others. Where do they go?

[rathercommon]

And what if everyone plans something like this?

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In the Inquisition?

Fucking unlikely.

[rathercommon]

Don't need to be part of the Inquisition to cut a throat.

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Obviously not.

Is this meant to stop me?

[rathercommon]

No. It's meant to - I don't know.

[ She puffs out a breath. ]

I don't want to say make you think, because I know you've thought about this a lot. It's meant to - make you uncomfortable about your decisions, I guess.

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If I made a mistake in coming to you, say so.

[rathercommon]

I guess that depends on whether or not you think you ought to be completely comfortable about your decisions at all times. In my opinion, a revolutionary never ought to be completely certain about what they're doing.

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How surprising that you have opinions.

[Which is usually good, but.]

Why do you believe there ought to be such uncertainty?

[rathercommon]

I think -

[ She takes a breath, and lets it out, trying to figure out how to articulate this. ]

I think - there's no such thing as a right answer. Not completely right. All there is in the world is the best of a lot of choices. So you've always got to keep yourself tormented by all those other possibilities, always thinking - but what if this is the wrong one? What if this other one's better? 'Cause if you end up totally sure you're doing the right thing, and never think about it, you'll end up - [ To take an example totally at random - ] Nothing but a lot of greedy thieves, enriching yourselves and convincing yourselves you're doing it for the people.

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[The other thing about opinions is, Kitty has proved to have ones along the right lines. Which means that Nikos actually listens, which is more than most usually get.

Hm.]

And how is it you keep from lingering in torment, and never getting anything done.

[rathercommon]

[ That question gets a bit of wryness in return: ]

Honestly, Nikos, can you really imagine yourself ever possibly lingering paralyzed in torment? I don't think that's ever going to be a problem for you. You're far too determined.

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[He grunts. But it's an amused grunt, and so close to a laugh.]

It's the wine. And the fifteen years of steeping in disappointed and frustrated misery, that helps to adds an extra measure of clarity as well. Answer for yourself instead. How is it that you know to move on something, and stop yourself from standing on the threshold?

[rathercommon]

Well -

[ She hesitates a moment, then confesses: ]

This is a new theory for me. I haven't exactly had the opportunity to test it out yet. But - [ More decisively: ] I don't drink wine, but I've had seventeen years of disappointed and frustrated misery. So that's enough to give me a kick in the rear if it's needed, I fancy.

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Are you dating back to your birth?

[rathercommon]

Well, yeah.

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[Okay he came here to talk business--actual, serious business, which he cares deeply about--but at that matter-of-fact response, Nikos actually

laughs.

It's short, ends in a snort. But still.]

That's dramatic.

[rathercommon]

[ And Kitty can't help but be a bit distracted from the matter at hand by that. ]

I didn't know you even knew how to laugh.

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Don't sound so surprised. Or so interested. The occasion is rare, because everything is shit.

[But he isn't curdling, for once. Just getting drier.]

And there are matters more important. Like the Divine, which is what I actually want to talk about.

[rathercommon]

Yeah.

[ She lets out a breath and turns her thoughts to the far more solemn matter under discussion. But, well...She feels a little bit lighter for that brief exchange. Both because she's fond of Nikos and that brief moment of connection was nice, and - on a selfish level - because it's rather reassuring to know that one can be an old revolutionary and not be completely embittered. ]

You're right. Okay. I'll need a little while to think about whether I'll help you out with this or not. Is that all right?

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[Speaking of curdling--]

No. [Sour, instantly. His amusement is going quick, crashing him back toward acidic disappointment. Bad enough that he's feeling more exposed than he'd like to, having revealed more than he'd have liked. Idealism brings it out in him more than anything else. It's what makes him talk with any earnestness, giving away little parts of himself. Nikos hates it. He's starting, quickly, to hate this conversation.] If you even think refusal is a possibility, do it and be done with it. I don't have time for this.

[rathercommon]

[ Oh. That snap hurts a bit, especially after she herself had been feeling a bit...Well, a bit more open than is her usual wont. She bites her lip, and is quiet a moment - then takes a breath, and makes herself push that disappointment away. ]

Why? What's wrong with giving me an opportunity to think?

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As I said already. There is no time. If you will help in this, and commit to carving out this difference--

[For fuck's sake. He cuts himself off, frustrated.]

It should have been started earlier. Much earlier. The chance for this is very slim and there is work to be done. Travel to Antiva. Time to secure what we need. If you are hesitating, then you are refusing, and I will need to start this shitting conversation over again.

You have told me things that you have done. You tried, to make change. That is what I am doing. That is why I came to you, not to all the fucking lords and ladies of the Inquisition, who are playing at revolution because it is in fashion.

[rathercommon]

[ With a mixture of frustration and contempt: ]

Barely playing.

[ Then: ]

Sorry, though. You're right - you've been enduring this endless waiting, and all this failure to change - You've been enduring it fifteen years. I haven't been here in Thedas even one, and I'm nearly about to go mad from it. You must be about ready to snap.