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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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[tallasaking]

It sounds like Solas needs more of an open mind himself.

[killedwithlove]

Mm. Maybe.

[Solas' secrets weren't Cole's to share, so they would stay with him. But he understood why Solas felt as he did.]

I don't know.

[tallasaking]

Well ... to not know, is to be human, Cole. That does not seem like someone who is going to turn into a demon.

[killedwithlove]

Demons don't know lots of things. No spirit knows a lot. Except Wisdom. Wisdom knows a lot.

[tallasaking]

Hm. Tell me, Cole, what demon does Wisdom turn into?

[killedwithlove]

... Pride. Usually. Sometimes Envy.

[tallasaking]

...Yes, that sounds about right.

[killedwithlove]

Valor and Justice tend towards Rage. Compassion... Despairs.

[tallasaking]

And only spirits can turn into demons?

[killedwithlove]

Yes. Only spirits become demons.

[tallasaking]

Well, I have apparently missed that particular curse. Delightful.

[killedwithlove]

Which curse?

[tallasaking]

The one where I do not have to turn into a demon of Pride.

[killedwithlove]

... you're mortal, you can't turn into a demon, and unless you're a mage, you won't be possessed either.

[tallasaking]

For once, I win the genetic lottery, or so I am told.

[killedwithlove]

What's a genetic lottery?

[Cole is so thoroughly distracted from the reason he made this broadcast.]

[tallasaking]

As I am given to understand from my reading - it is the physical make-up of a person, passed on through their parents.

[killedwithlove]

... Oh.

I don't understand. That's okay.

[tallasaking]

It is rather complicated. It has to do with something called DNA - a principle I have yet to truly grasp.

Basically, it means I was lucky, for once, to be born a dwarf and nothing else.

[killedwithlove]

... I thought you were a human, not a dwarf?

[tallasaking]

Ah ... yes, in your world they are two different species. In mine, you can be a human dwarf. In fact all dwarves are human, despite what their fathers might say.

[killedwithlove]

Oh.

You'd just be a little human in Thedas.

[tallasaking]

Are little humans in Thedas only four feet and some odd inches tall?

[killedwithlove]

I don't know. I don't know most of the people in Thedas.

[tallasaking]

...Cole have you ever noticed that our conversations tend to twist in the oddest directions that leave even I confused?