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[killedwithlove]

Who: Cole to everyone
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Pathstone
When: Now


[Cole is actually looking at the camera, which is a minor miracle for those familiar with his habit of leaving his communicator next to him and pointing at the ceiling.]

How do mortals know what you're feeling? Varric used to tell me what it was, or Jove, or Solas, but they're gone and now I don't know what these feelings are. I can tell how to help other people and how to navigate their hurts but I can't do it with my own.

[He gives a small sigh and looks off somewhere. A fluff slug climbs over the communicator screen.]

Comments

[killedwithlove]

No!

[Cole seems horrified at that idea.]

No, this is my body! Not his, his was burned, with the rubbish, so no one knew. This is all me! I just... remember his life. Lived it. Look like him. But no magic. He didn't want to be a mage, so I'm not a mage.

He died and rushed to the Fade and through me and I thought I was him, but I'm not, but I sort of am, I remember being him.

sorry, he absolutely doesn't get it

[kingofbadlifechoices]

[Robb has some sort of tragic image of a spirit inhabiting a dead man. With a forbidden combination of black arts. The bad ones Wildlings practiced.]

But whose body is it then? If you were compassion and the boy’s body is burned... Have you taken another man. [Is it necromancy?] How would you achieve such... [Forbidden] ...things.

Did you create a body then? [He looks fairly normal, as far as he can see on the screen.] You know... [Such things belong to black magic and Old Nan told me that is bad.] ...you should be careful with that. Such...abilities.

it's cool... no one does, including him.

[killedwithlove]

No! It's my body. I made it, out of spirit things, to manifest here! All spirits have bodies, but I made mine real to be here, to help.

Spirits shouldn't be in mortals. Alive or dead mortals, it's not good for anyone involved..

[Without being there, face to face, Cole can't read Robb at all. His voice and mannerisms mean nothing, he can't understand them without his empathy.]

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[kingofbadlifechoices]

Aye...you made a body out of spirit things... [That is completely illogical and Robb cannot help to pull a face.] But spirits are ghosts...not a solid matter...they cannot make a body. With spirit things. [What if all the ghosts at Harrenhall would be able to make bodies with spirit things. They would have an army of the undead!]

That is warging. [Robb shakes his head and thinks of Bran... And then he thinks about how he and his younger brother have grown apart...] Skinchanging.

[His voice sounds a little sad when he says that.]

[killedwithlove]

We're not ghosts.

[The idea is positively preposterous to him.]

Ghosts are the souls of dead people.

Spirits aren't dead people. We're spirits. Valor, Compassion, Rage, Wisdom, Pride, Envy, Despair... Justice.

[kingofbadlifechoices]

[To Robb spirits and ghosts are one and the same thing. Invisible and dead.]

Mayhaps in your world you are. But not in mine. [That is the best way Robb can understand this.] Ghost and spirits are one and the same where I come from. They haunt tombs and old castles.

Are the other spirits also able to make a body?

[killedwithlove]

Well I am not a ghost. I'm a spirit and we don't haunt anything.

[So there.]

I... don't know. I support so. If they wanted to.

[kingofbadlifechoices]

[Of all stories he has heard this is certainly one of the strangest he has ever heard.]

Very well. I will not elaborate on that.

[Duly noted, Compassionate Spirit Inside a Body That Looks Like That Of a Dead Boy...]

It is an odd story...ser. [He can’t help it.] I hope you are able to...determine your other feelings. [That was the other problem, not?]

[killedwithlove]

Oh. Um, thank you?

[He says it like someone has told him to say it in these situations, rather than because he means it.]

[kingofbadlifechoices]

[If Old Nan would still live he would been able to tell her even weirder stories upon his return.]

Yes. Thank you. [He has no idea what to make of this.] I do not know an answer to your questions, I think. Just ask people if you feel odd. And they can help you, I think.

[Can this man truly be helped if compassion is the only thing he can understand?]

[killedwithlove]

I hope they can, even if Varric and Jove are gone.

Thank you. For trying to help.

[kingofbadlifechoices]

Then ask others who you trust. Your friends or family. There must be some people here that are close to you.

[Odd complicated feeling-ghost-spirit entity or not, loneliness can be tough on anyone.]

You are welcome.