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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]

Most people find conversations with me strange and confusing.

I don't know why.

[tallasaking]

Possibly because you think in different ways, my friend.

[killedwithlove]

Yes. I don't think like a mortal. Or like a spirit, anymore.

[tallasaking]

So you think like Cole. Not a bad way to think at all.

[killedwithlove]

I think like me.

It confuses people, but it's just how I am. I don't mean to confuse them.

[tallasaking]

Well, we all have parts that are confusing.

[killedwithlove]

Yes.

That's why I like nugs. Nugs don't.

[tallasaking]

...and what precisely are nugs again?

[killedwithlove]

They're an animal. They mostly live underground, but some in the Dales have started living in the forest, under shrubs and in burrows.

They have little eyes and big ears and no fur. And hands. Sera hates them, she says they're creepy with creepy hands, but I like nugs. They just want to be warm and fed.

[tallasaking]

Huh. Well ... they sound interesting. Why do they have hands, I wonder. [His lips twitch up.] Ah, don't we all just want to be warm and fed.

[killedwithlove]

Maybe to climb.

Or because they pick the smallest gemstones out of the dirt and make a little hoard.

[tallasaking]

...wait are you telling me that nugs not only have tiny hands but they're tiny miners as well?

[killedwithlove]

Maybe.

They can like things that sparkle.

[tallasaking]

Well, I suppose we are all like that.

[killedwithlove]

I think so. Maybe.

[tallasaking]

Cole, are you going to be all right?

[killedwithlove]

I don't know.

No one knows if they're going to be all right.

[tallasaking]

You will let me know if there is anything I can do?

[killedwithlove]

I will if I think to, yes.

[tallasaking]

Good.

[A pause, and a quiet.] You are my friend, Cole. I do not say that about many, but I would protect you if I could.

[killedwithlove]

...

Thank you. I don't have many friends. I don't have many people even really like me once they know what I am.

[tallasaking]

You know, I have the very same problem. Perhaps that is why we get along so well. [One corner of his mouth lifted up.] Us strange ones, we must stick together.

[killedwithlove]

Maybe.

I don't know why I like people. But they're always kind. You're kind, even though the world has tried to make you unkind.

[tallasaking]

I do not like meeting other people's expectations.

[killedwithlove]

I don't know if that's good or not, but I'm glad it makes you happy.