Desiring to make the right impression.

[desire_demon]

Ahh, my little sweetling. I know I can handle whatever I encounter, but are you brave enough to find the right words for me? Start small, my darling - and remember, I am with you always.

Your only,

Desire

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[desire_demon]

"Ah, my sweet little bird, your healer is human, but what if he were a dwarf or a pretty little elf..." the demon holds up her clawed hand forestalling the protests.”I agree that is not the real issue. Your healer, offered himself to another, to save him, so the spirit would not 'die', yes? It was a kindness...but as I have said Justice is not kind. Justice is brutal...it is a force that will crush the small and helpless or the strong without care. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, with no understanding of circumstances."

The demon sighs, "Yes, the things we Desire are not necessarily good for us, but often times they are the simplest. As I said to another, sometimes Desire is merely to have a shoulder to cry on or a voice to answer in the darkness when the nightmares strike. I cannot bring back the dead, no matter how much you wish it, little Hawke, and if you want to know what they would think of you, I can only offer what your own mind provides - something you could easily do yourself without my assistance."

"I am just the Maker's creation," she shrugs and the chimes shake in the languid movement, “same as you.”

[proelior]

"Then it's not Anders' fault, is it? As far as I've been told Justice began as a kinder spirit than he is now - and Anders housed him to give him a second chance. He cannot be blamed for the twisted ways of the spirited he offered himself to. He was trying to do something good and right." But even Marian can agree that willingly allowing a spirit into your body is never right - not to her. It's like Blood magic; wrong and dangerous.

Tensing at the mention of death - Bethany, Carver, Mother, all of them are a raw, hurting spot in her heart - Marian refocuses. "I would never ask it of you. I have more sense than people give mages credit for. You seep into the minds of innocents and offer them the things they're not even aware they want. You twist their wants and use it for your own gain. There is no way to make that sound anything other than it is, surely even you must agree with that."

Her arms fall to her side and she sighs. "Not all of the Maker's gifts are good."