[ Kostos tries to imagine leaving the Inquisition, becoming a pirate—tries to imagine Nell leaving the Inquisition, or more precisely leaving the fate and business of Thedas’ mages to everyone else—and thinks, maybe.
They would have to listen to news of Corypheus’ progress (definitely progress; they’re all going to die) and old friends’ deaths and stay gone despite it, or else listen to news of his defeat and everyone’s important decisions about the fates of mages from afar. Kostos, with his cousin and brother back in his view, real people with real lives instead of only memories and stories, might have some trouble leaving his family to whatever fates awaited, increasingly more trouble with every day that lapses in the meantime.
But there are bonds that matter more than blood. And there’s the draw of open water and freedom that doesn’t have to come tangled and weighted down with politics and excitement enough for it to sound less like a nightmare than disappearing into the woods alone to live off of berries until death. ]
If we removed his arm, he could have a hook.
[ That may have to happen anyway. ]
Could you stand it? [ Letting go of the war, letting go of everything, and— ] You might turn into a freckle. Develop a crust.
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They would have to listen to news of Corypheus’ progress (definitely progress; they’re all going to die) and old friends’ deaths and stay gone despite it, or else listen to news of his defeat and everyone’s important decisions about the fates of mages from afar. Kostos, with his cousin and brother back in his view, real people with real lives instead of only memories and stories, might have some trouble leaving his family to whatever fates awaited, increasingly more trouble with every day that lapses in the meantime.
But there are bonds that matter more than blood. And there’s the draw of open water and freedom that doesn’t have to come tangled and weighted down with politics and excitement enough for it to sound less like a nightmare than disappearing into the woods alone to live off of berries until death. ]
If we removed his arm, he could have a hook.
[ That may have to happen anyway. ]
Could you stand it? [ Letting go of the war, letting go of everything, and— ] You might turn into a freckle. Develop a crust.