Did you honestly expect me to come forward and act like nothing had happened? I stood back and waited for you -- any of you -- to come to me. To show you still considered me a person worth knowing. I wasn't going to shove myself in your faces and demand recognition. I respected that you might not want to associate with a former Dalish. And then you became leader of the Elven Artifacts project so I figured I'd let you know I was a part of it. And still... this is the first you've reached out to me.
[ She pauses, wondering if she should have risked that step forward. She didn't want to be rejected, but maybe she should have been braver. ]
No, I'm not Dalish. I'm an elf, and I can help all elves far more by being out here doing what I'm doing that staying in a clan. I wrote a book, you know. No, wait, I guess you wouldn't know. It's about my journey to recover the Sulevin Blade, and it's just been published. A book elves can read written by another elf. That's how I'm going to help us move forward, Sorrel. I'm going to help all elves, but I'm not going to do it as a Dalish one.
[ She takes a breath and realizes that this is first Dalish elf she's really told her plans to in full. She's told city elves, Rifters, dwarves, and qunari about her plans, but never one of the Dalish. Has she been holding back because she hasn't wanted to hear their judgment? ]
It's-- it's Arlathvhen again, isn't it? That your mother kept me from. [ A year ago? Even six months ago? There would have been bitterness in her voice when saying that. But now she's achieved some sort of clarity. ] And for that, I'm thankful. I wouldn't be the person I am today if I attended and was traded to another clan.
I'm sorry if my dying wife distracted me from my social obligations.
[He says it without thinking, dry and bitter in the face of Ellana's triumphant ambivalence. If that's the way it is, then there's no fighting it; it can't be helped.]
I did know about the book. It was in your report, remember? The Cursed Blade. Not that I've been able to read it.
[Sorrel is quiet for a long few breaths.]
Well. I won't bother you any more. I can see that you know what you're doing, and you don't need, or want, my help. Ma serannas, Ellana.
[ There's a sharp inhale of breath, then she replies without thinking, same as him. ]
Fuck you.
[ She's shocked herself that she's said it, but it's out there now and she won't apologize for it, because seriously, fuck him. ]
I grieved her in my own way. I prayed to the Creators to look after her soul. You don't get to throw that in my face like I've done something wrong here. You're just like your sister, you know. Always has to be right; always has to get in the last word to show how high and mighty you are. No, I don't want or need your help. And if you don't stop separating elves into Dalish or not, no elves need your help either. And guess what? I get the last word this time. Dirthara-ma.
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[ She pauses, wondering if she should have risked that step forward. She didn't want to be rejected, but maybe she should have been braver. ]
No, I'm not Dalish. I'm an elf, and I can help all elves far more by being out here doing what I'm doing that staying in a clan. I wrote a book, you know. No, wait, I guess you wouldn't know. It's about my journey to recover the Sulevin Blade, and it's just been published. A book elves can read written by another elf. That's how I'm going to help us move forward, Sorrel. I'm going to help all elves, but I'm not going to do it as a Dalish one.
[ She takes a breath and realizes that this is first Dalish elf she's really told her plans to in full. She's told city elves, Rifters, dwarves, and qunari about her plans, but never one of the Dalish. Has she been holding back because she hasn't wanted to hear their judgment? ]
It's-- it's Arlathvhen again, isn't it? That your mother kept me from. [ A year ago? Even six months ago? There would have been bitterness in her voice when saying that. But now she's achieved some sort of clarity. ] And for that, I'm thankful. I wouldn't be the person I am today if I attended and was traded to another clan.
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[He says it without thinking, dry and bitter in the face of Ellana's triumphant ambivalence. If that's the way it is, then there's no fighting it; it can't be helped.]
I did know about the book. It was in your report, remember? The Cursed Blade. Not that I've been able to read it.
[Sorrel is quiet for a long few breaths.]
Well. I won't bother you any more. I can see that you know what you're doing, and you don't need, or want, my help. Ma serannas, Ellana.
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Fuck you.
[ She's shocked herself that she's said it, but it's out there now and she won't apologize for it, because seriously, fuck him. ]
I grieved her in my own way. I prayed to the Creators to look after her soul. You don't get to throw that in my face like I've done something wrong here. You're just like your sister, you know. Always has to be right; always has to get in the last word to show how high and mighty you are. No, I don't want or need your help. And if you don't stop separating elves into Dalish or not, no elves need your help either. And guess what? I get the last word this time. Dirthara-ma.
[ And with that, she turns off her crystal. ]