[Bobby's looking pretty obviously worried here. He's just read Kloe's post, and the note from the previously unheard from Deior, and he's not happy. He's also not in the barracks. If people might be going violent with others who're stuck out there, he's absolutely not going to hide in the barracks.]For anyone who's left outside the barracks - if
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Are you okay?
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What's wrong? Are you sick?
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Aara. Tell me what's wrong. Please.
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I am not okay.
[It's a running mantra. Little emotion. Shock. Despair. Facing reality.]
I am... not.
[She sounds miserable, yes, but can Bobby dicern every aspect as to why?]
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Why aren't you okay?
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[A soft whimper cuts off what Aara had been about to say. A light sniffle, followed by a raucous cough ensue. It may be hard to tell, but she is coughing and crying at the same time. She is too miserable to care that he hears her now. Something finally clicks in her mind, however, and the audio shuts off.]
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His voice is pleading and torn.]
Aara please. What happened. Do you have someone looking out for you, at least?
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She's gone...
She's gone...
Bobby. She's dead.
[She didn't hear his question--or if she did, she does not concern herself with it. She, Aara, does not matter right now. What matters is Zhaneel. And Varric.]
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What? Who's dead?
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[Her voice is so broken and quiet, the word is barely discernible.]
Zhaneel is dead.
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Aara. I - I'm so sorry.
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We were going to fly together.
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And. Here, death's not supposed to stay like that, right?
[He doesn't believe it, even as he says it, but he's pulling out everything he can think of here.]
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