Myrobalan Shivana (
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He did, when I asked about him searching for someone possessed.
[Maker, will there ever be a day when his emotions don't rule him? He's going to need to apologize to Kostos now.]
Thank you for it only being him. It... It may be relevant to helping Casimir. I get that. And we have so few leads to a cure that it could easily be important.
[He sighs.]
It's just, it's complicated.
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I'd meant to speak to you about it anyhow. But--I imagine now's not the time, with your emotions in a muddle.
[A beat of a pause, then, softly,] I can only guess.
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When Anders finally speaks, the words are slow.]
Can you promise me that anything I say on this topic will never be repeated?
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His tone is very gentle when he finally replies.]
If it's solely concerning what was between you and y-- and Karl, I won't say a word of it.
If it's something that might be used to forward a cure for Tranquility-- Better that you not tell me. [The temptation on Casimir's behalf would be too great. And he's carrying too many secrets around all ready that he's guilty for.]
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His voice is little more than a whisper.]
He was... He was a Senior Enchanter in Kinloch Hold, when I met him. One of my teachers. And the kindest person I'd ever met. He had a rule against sleeping with his students. But I've never been one for following the rules. I seduced him.
And then we broke the biggest rule of being mages. We fell in love.
[That alone will answer a lot, he feels, but it leaves out the cruelties visited upon Karl and therefore it's not enough.]
For a long time we managed to keep things hidden. But the Templars found out. And they took him. Here. To here, the Gallows.
[He pauses, taking a breath. It's time to skim a lot, because he's not going to go into Justice and leaving the Wardens and all of that mess. It isn't needed for the story to be clear.]
Years later, when I was conscripted, we started exchanging smuggled letters. But there were, there were a lot of Templars who were angry that I hadn't died for my seventh escape. Who were angry that the Templars who had captured me were dead and blamed me for it despite their deaths clearly being at Darkspawn hands.
They intercepted a letter. Or found it. I don't know which. It doesn't matter. They set a trap for me, helped me seem to plan with him a way to get him out and into the relative freedom I enjoyed.
[And now anger starts to enter his voice, and he gets a little louder.]
Only when I went to get him he was Tranquil. They destroyed him, the sweet, patient man he was, the man who had obeyed his entire life in those horrible places, to get revenge for the survival of a nobody, as if it was some personal affront that I made it out.
[He's furious by the time he wraps up there, and takes a few seconds to catch his breath before he offers up the other part of an answer he gave Myrobalan ages ago:]
He breathed his last in the Chantry.
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That's different. And has ended nearly as badly as malice, once before.)
He listens without comment to the full story, laying aside judgment for when he's had time to think more about what he's been given. Even without that opportunity, though--this offers insight and understanding; serves as a reminder, too, that no man--even the host of a Spirit of Justice--is a creature of unfeeling principle. (Nor should he be; else the Maker would not have given them emotions.)
Everyone has wounds. Everyone has reasons.
Myr breathes out a low, pained sigh.]
I am truly sorry. It doesn't change a thing to say that, I know, but--I am sorry for your loss. That evil men would do that to someone you loved so dearly--
[He catches back his own anger, swallows it.]
I'm sorry. I'll not be so casual with what I know of him, in the future. He deserves better.
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[He hears the emotion in there. Is it about Casimir? Had Myrobalan cared that much? Or is it someone else? It's not his place to pry, though.]
I was... Kostos said you were heading the effort to cure Tranquility. I would like to be a part of it, please. I'd like to help make something from what Karl went through.
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I'd--be glad to have your help in the matter. You and Serah Averesch are the only mages I know here with much experience in spirits. [Outside of Casimir himself, but let that lie.]
Enchanter Vandelin will be assisting us as well. I assume you've met him? [Just the same way Van knows of a surety his cousin would make friends with every templar in the Gallows...]
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I've met him a few times, yes, and I like him. He'll be of great benefit to the team.
[As long as he's not injured and hiding it.]
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Good. Spares me an introduction. [There's a gentle humor behind the words.]
I'll be in touch about it. I've told the others it's likely best research conducted quietly, all things considered--though we'll owe it to share our findings once we've made significant progress, and open things to discussion of how we proceed from there.