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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.]

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[killedwithlove]

[Cole hums.]

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

[tallasaking]

[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.

[killedwithlove]

But not here.

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

[tallasaking]

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

[Not so much in certain quarters but still.]

[killedwithlove]

Most people here are good people.

[tallasaking]

You speak the truth, Cole.

[killedwithlove]

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

[tallasaking]

... No, here they are interested in finding a way for everyone to survive. Which I must admit, is a novelty.

[killedwithlove]

But... we have enough food and shelter.

[tallasaking]

Kindness comes in other forms.

[killedwithlove]

Oh, that sort of survival.

I understand now.

[tallasaking]

Well, it is sort of understandable survival.