What do you mean, it did a number on me? [He uses his free hand to pat his own chest a little uncertainly, and then reaches up to smooth his hair and scratch briefly at his beard. Everything seems to be in order...
He twists his arm in Varric's grip slightly, just enough to return that forearm clasp. The physical contact, in addition to just the sight of his best friend, is hugely comforting.]
And when have I ever had any idea what's going on? Your guess is as good as mine. [SHRUG] Although if you want my opinion, it looks to me like someone else is having a really bad day and decided to drag a bunch of innocent bystanders through time and space to share in it.
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What do you mean, it did a number on me? [He uses his free hand to pat his own chest a little uncertainly, and then reaches up to smooth his hair and scratch briefly at his beard. Everything seems to be in order...
He twists his arm in Varric's grip slightly, just enough to return that forearm clasp. The physical contact, in addition to just the sight of his best friend, is hugely comforting.]
And when have I ever had any idea what's going on? Your guess is as good as mine. [SHRUG] Although if you want my opinion, it looks to me like someone else is having a really bad day and decided to drag a bunch of innocent bystanders through time and space to share in it.