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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.]

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Yes. I want to help Justice AND Anders.

Well I assumed we would be able to help them together without any issues.

They don't need the same things, I don't think.

All right, what things would they require?

Justice... needs justice. Without anger, without revenge, honour and valor and justice untainted.

Anders needs to be loved, safe, to see mages free and not terrified of templars.

They need to be apart. More than anything. But I can't help that.

I could be wrong. I need to be near them to be sure. Justice blurs Anders.

Is it possible to have that kind of justice? I have never seen that kind of miracle, to be honest.

[Tyrion rubbed his chin.] Then again, this place is made of miracles. Odd ones, but still. Miracles.

I don't know.

I don't really understand Justice. Just Compassion.

Well.

Then we will be walking in blind.

Not my first time.

Not blind.

We still have eyes.

All right, let us be more appropriate. I am blind.

... you've gone blind?!

What happened? How can I help?! Should I get Anders, we can try and heal it!

Cole -

No -

It is metaphorical.

Not literal.

... oh.

That's good.

Being blind is awful.

... Yes I would assume it was.

The world becomes noisy, alien. Frightening.

Are you frightened of it?

Sometimes. I think everyone is scared of it sometimes.

Perhaps once and awhile.

[Cole hums.]

Maybe less scary for me. I know what mortals think and feel about me.

[Tyrion paused, before his lips twitch.]

I usually can tell what people think of me. Mostly when they look like they want to stomp on me with their boots.

But not here.

[Here, people like Tyrion, which they should. Cole can't imagine not liking Tyrion.]

No, not here. Here is special. Here is ...compassionate. Or at least there are compassionate people.

[Not so much in certain quarters but still.]

Most people here are good people.

You speak the truth, Cole.

Lots of people are mostly just interested in having enough for themselves and their family. Not here people.