[Noise from the other end as he finds somewhere to sit down, to absorb that.]
--So they could be spirits after all. Or something like, but not what they once were. Sweet Andraste singing, that--...that makes sense. I don't like it, [it means he may well have been wrong about them this whole time, and there's disturbing implications to that,] but it makes sense.
...Fuck, but it complicates things--our sick rifter's plague belongs here now, too.
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Oh, shit.]
So--
[Noise from the other end as he finds somewhere to sit down, to absorb that.]
--So they could be spirits after all. Or something like, but not what they once were. Sweet Andraste singing, that--...that makes sense. I don't like it, [it means he may well have been wrong about them this whole time, and there's disturbing implications to that,] but it makes sense.
...Fuck, but it complicates things--our sick rifter's plague belongs here now, too.