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[closerift]

" this is cecily trevelyan of the inquisition.
i cannot be reached at the moment, but if you leave your information i will reply quick as i can. "

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[closerift]

I'm glad to hear that things worked out in your world. [ She doesn't know enough about the couple to suggest they might have hated each other's guts. ]

Well... there was an enormous battle at Adamant Fortress. Corypheus' dragon appeared... and I sort of accidentally pulled us all into the Fade. A bit.

[ oops ]

That was where the demon was that the Wardens wanted to bring into the world.

[paragonbrosca]

You...physically went into the Fade? Did I get that right?

...what the fuck was that like? Worse than the usual way?

[She wrinkles her nose at mention of the demon.]

Tell me you made that son of a nug-humper into a nice pincushion.

[closerift]

Yes, and it was about as bad as you'd expect.

[ Like a nightmare, but with the very real threat of death. ]

That's the thing... [ She sighs, tapping a finger on her arm. ] We fought it, of course, and managed to open another tear back into our world. ... But, in order for everyone else to escape, someone had to stay behind.

[ Cecily had been the first to volunteer her own name, but no one else seemed to think much of that idea. ]

Alistair saved us. [ She admits, finally, her voice softer now. ] He let Hawke and me and the rest go through the tear and stayed behind to allow us that chance.

[paragonbrosca]

[She stares downward, silent for a long moment. It helps to tell herself that this isn't what will happen to her friend, not in her timeline. Still, it's hard to hear even as she reminds herself that she did ask.]

...that sounds just like something he'd do. Damn. That's partly why I helped put him on the throne. I knew he'd make a decent king, anyway, but after the Blight, I wanted to make sure he wouldn't be in a position where he might have to sacrifice himself again. Because sooner or later, that's what being a Grey Warden is about.

[closerift]

I know. Or, so I've heard.

[ She thinks of Thom, too, of course, and of his stories. ... Not that he was really a Warden, but. ]

I'm sorry, Aren. I thought you should know the truth. ... Or, at least, the truth of what happened in my Thedas.