[Alistair isn't the only one who has suddenly found an awkwardly familiar face among the pumpkins. Fenris was just funny. Hilarious even.]
[But then he'd stumbled upon someone else.]
[Someone he had all but buried nearly ten years ago. Not literally. That hadn't been possible. Someone else who... had died at his hand. Not Justice's. His.]
[He's in the process of staggering back from the pumpkin -- en route to bump, once again, into the other Warden.]
[The scream sends a bolt of tension right through him, his whole body curling in on itself as if trying to disappear, his hands moving to cover his ears. There hadn't been a scream the first time. But this is exactly what it would have sounded like. He knows that much.]
[When it goes quiet, he concentrates on breathing -- both because the use of offensive magic was even more taxing here than his healing spells, and because of what had just happened. Hawke was right. Calm was advisable.]
Magic... Magic is difficult here. That's all it is.
[Not true, and he doubts the other Warden believes him. But there you go.]
[But then he'd stumbled upon someone else.]
[Someone he had all but buried nearly ten years ago. Not literally. That hadn't been possible. Someone else who... had died at his hand. Not Justice's. His.]
[He's in the process of staggering back from the pumpkin -- en route to bump, once again, into the other Warden.]
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[When it goes quiet, he concentrates on breathing -- both because the use of offensive magic was even more taxing here than his healing spells, and because of what had just happened. Hawke was right. Calm was advisable.]
Magic... Magic is difficult here. That's all it is.
[Not true, and he doubts the other Warden believes him. But there you go.]
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