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We've been thinking it over, and we really don't think it's fair for you to be pitting us against each other --

-- especially when one of us is at such a clear disadvantage --

Right, yes, and we all know which one, queen of the loose pirate booty --

Excuse me, that's only vaguely accurate at best, we all know that I'm just flat-out more fun --

Would you stop interrupting me? As I was saying, it's bad enough that you make me share your headspace with her, choosing her over me in a game would just be -- rude!

[How could she say no to those puppy dog eyes?

Note: Maroon is Isabela, Blue is Alistair. Having a hard time choosing between the two.]

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Ah, but you would be wrong. It's the veritable Deep Roads in here.

Somehow, I doubt it.

Oh, you would.

[Sob, his life is so hard.]

Cailan enjoyed exaggerating too.

[Oh, isn't she saucy. Unfortunately, it hasn't been so long for him since Cailan's death.]

You would speak so ill of the dead? Wait, of course you would.

[OH ALISTAIR THAT HURT.]

I loved my husband. Why on earth would I speak ill of him?

[he's a cheat 'n all but she can respect the dead.

SHE'S ACTUALLY kind of hurt man :(]

It was merely an observation. Are we not to speak of the dead as though they never existed?

[Hey, sometimes he knows where to hurt people. He just -- tries to avoid it, all right? But there are brotherly feelings to be had here.]

It just seems bad taste to bring it up so soon.

It's been a year. I don't see how that's so soon.

[shoddy timelines in origins are shoddy.]

For you, maybe. Do you count months as years, Anora?

[And this doesn't help matters, either.]

I do not.

[omg you are such a jerk why is she in talks with the warden to marry you. >|]

Those months within that year, however, have been very long and trying. Wouldn't you agree? Or do you remain unwilling to speak of the dead out of "respect" no matter how long time has gone by.

I speak of my husband as sincerely as any widow could, however I am not to mourn forever. That does not shape a leader.

[hint. hint.]

[Okay, so now he's frowning just a tad. Just because he's the only real leader of the Grey Wardens left doesn't mean that he -- well, okay, he really doesn't want to lead. It's a thing, all right? His self-esteem isn't the greatest from being a bastard and all.]

Yes, of course. Those feelings, they only get in the way.

They do if you let them take over.

But you can't just ignore them completely.

[Can't they just learn to get along :c ]

[NEVER that gets a sigh out of her

man why can't the warden just let her rule on her own gosh. :|]

There has to be a balance Alistair. Surely, you can't be all that thick.

Just making sure that you weren't either.

[Frown.]

[have a frown yourself gosh]

I'm not the one here losing track of time and trying to tell a widowed queen [HINT. HINT.] what she can or cannot say about her late husband.

I am not losing track of time.

[Just don't tell him you're getting married. He might have an aneurysm.]

Oh I believe you are.

[she just might because that promised aneurysm sounds lovely to her]

Well, I'm sure you believe a lot of things.

And what, exactly, are you trying to imply?

Oh, nothing.

[Except he's making that ridiculous face where you know he's just being smug and difficult on purpose.]

[SHE KNOWS THAT LOOK WELL]

Something about that look makes me doubt that it's "nothing", Alistair.

Yes, well, I don't have to explain anything to you.

[SO THERE.]

Then it appears this will be a more difficult marriage than my previous if you continue with this childish attitude.

[WHERE'S YOUR MAKER NOW]

[W-what, it looks like you just kicked his puppy.]

Excuse me?