Alistair is suddenly very, very tired, all the way to his bones. It's more than mere physical exhaustion. He digs the heel of his free palm against one eye, then the other.
"You'll know when you get there. Suffice to say it's all shit. There's an Inquisition, that's the big part, I got banished from the Wardens, that's the other personal big part, but that doesn't matter any more because half the Wardens are in thrall to -- to all kinds of things, I can't even keep track anymore. At least the Calling shut up."
A lesser advantage to disposing of Nightmare, he supposes.
"And why are you still acting like you don't know this, for Andraste's sake? Maker."
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Alistair is suddenly very, very tired, all the way to his bones. It's more than mere physical exhaustion. He digs the heel of his free palm against one eye, then the other.
"You'll know when you get there. Suffice to say it's all shit. There's an Inquisition, that's the big part, I got banished from the Wardens, that's the other personal big part, but that doesn't matter any more because half the Wardens are in thrall to -- to all kinds of things, I can't even keep track anymore. At least the Calling shut up."
A lesser advantage to disposing of Nightmare, he supposes.
"And why are you still acting like you don't know this, for Andraste's sake? Maker."