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[killedwithlove]

Who: Cole
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Pathstone unless asked to go somewhere
When: Now-ish?


[The broadcast is very unusual, coming from Cole. He replies, sometimes, but he very rarely initiates communication through the network.

The camera points at the ceiling, catching just the edge of Cole's hat. He has it in his lap but doesn't try to look into it.]

I need someone who is able to kill me if I turn into a demon. Cassandra promised to, but she's gone and Jove and Solas said they would, but with them gone, I need someone to make sure I'm not a danger to people.

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[killedwithlove]

[Don't mind the fourth wall there.]

Your letters were always full of fondness from your scribe for you. That was nice.

[theirinurpants]

Um - oh! So, they don't all hate me, is what you're saying?

[killedwithlove]

They like you. They tease, because they're fond and comfortable.

[theirinurpants]

Oh, well... I guess that's a lot better than I was... afraid it would be.

Possibly the best thing I've heard about my future in a long time. Thanks, Cole.

[killedwithlove]

You are respected and liked. You care about your people. And people know that. You're a good king, Alistair.

[theirinurpants]

[ What are these feelings? Alistair isn't even sure. Normally he'd prevaricate, pretend to disbelief - but the man seems so certain. Somehow, Alistair believes him. As strange as the idea is, that he might actually manage to be a good king, he at least believes that Cole believes it. ]

Thank you. For... telling me.

And, uh. The offer of help still stands. Not that I think you'll ever need it.

[killedwithlove]

Thank you, Alistair.