Dragon Age: Origins/Awakening, Part 7: PERMANENTLY FROZEN

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Dragon Age: Origins - Part 7 is
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"He was ill with grief," Madh pressed, scar again tugging his dismay into something that reminded Nathaniel of lamplit passions. "And you know Velanna, the things she did - much was the same under Mahariel's grief. The Wardens had been all but slain by that shem king-reagent, hadn't they? And Alistair and Mahariel both, hunted by the lawmen even as they saved the realm?"

"Then," Nathaniel reasoned carefully, taking a slow sit to the edge of Madh's cot so as not to catch skin in the silvermaille of his uniform. "If Loghain had to answer for his deeds, should it not have been to a punishment equal his offence? Did he draw the sword against Duncan himself, no. So why would your Mahariel see justice in such bloodshed and vandalism and barbarity? His daughter didn't have a head to bury with his body, did you know that? Somebody's child had to anoint her father's headless corpse, not even to mention the scatter the streetdogs made of his flesh."

Madh's gaze fell, and he joined Nathaniel's side to perch a while in thought, rain drumming against the flagstones outside in a dull wash. Then, "I cannae answer for that. Only Mahariel knows the horrors for which Loghain answered, by the Wardens. I only know the horrors I saw against my people under Loghain's rule. The papers accepting coin from slavers, the trade made against Ferelden's alienages?" And here Madh's gaze glassed over, fury darkening the skin around the vulnerability in his eyes. "He drew no sword against my people, 'tis true. Still would I have left his corpse in some deeper, darker hole. Where no beast could sour its stomach on him."

"That's fair," Nate conceded, bumping his shoulder lightly against Madh's, his own ill mood eased apart by the mere closeness they now shared, their quiet honesty, the pocket of warmth between them against the morning's chill. To a nobleman, their current position was as good as scandalous - no chaperone, no waitstaff or wards standing just inside the door to play witness. Nathaniel had lived an entirely different life outside these walls, a life that knew their sullen moment of separate but shared misery was nothing to write about; but inside those walls and inside the life that could have come about had Nathaniel stayed under his mother's preferred tutelage, well. They were sitting in scandal.

This eased the ache in Nathaniel's lungs and quelled the hunger of his gut, though nothing more significant passed between them before a page asked them back to the parade ranks.

Leaving the rooms, Madha'in pulled along the thing he had fled there for - an undented full-cover helmet.