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Who: Felix Alexius
Broadcast: Fleetwide (Video)
Action: The Marsiva (Hospitality Deck, somewhere near a viewing port.}
When: April 25 (afternoon)

[When Felix makes this communication at first it's clear that he's just doing it to find out if he really knows how. At first it turns a bit, slowly, but you can see the floor and the view part before it settles on his face.

His eyes are narrow, but not in an aggressive way. Mostly, he's just dealing with the fact that he has all this new information in his head. Shouldn't he be freaking out about it? Instead he just feel calm and curious.]

Well, this is certainly new.

When I said before I was ready for the Maker's Embrace I wasn't exactly thinking it'd be a spaceship. [And that new word comes to him effortlessly, making the joke less awkward that it should have been. He gives the fleet a small, half smile.]

They're going to have to change all of the religious texts, if that's true.

[The tone of his voice and the smile still on his face, showing clearly that he knows he isn't actually dead. He's mostly just dealing with this entire thing by making a joke because he still can't find the energy to be too concerned about it. Even the joke, though, comes off as more a comfortable, muted snark, than that he's expecting to bring the house down with laughter.]

I'm Felix. Obviously, I've just arrived.

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...Ah.

[Well, there's a few people who've come back from the dead here. AT leats he's aware it's a Thing. ]

And I thought Dorian was the only one in the Imperium with any sense in his head.

You know Dorian?

My father was his patron. I think we both got some of that sense from him.

[It's just a shame that he lost his own before everything was done.]

Very well.

He hasn't mentioned you, however.

[He wonders if Felix is perhaps one of Dorian's lovers past. One of the ones that has made him feel as if he is some sort of dirty secret. Where he expects to be left at a moment's notice, deemed not good enough. ]

[Felix doesn't seem too put off at that. He imagines Dorian has more important things to talk about.]

Is that surprising? He'd probably be more apt to speak of my father, if he spoke of us at all.

I'm sure that revisiting the past isn't a favorite way to spend your time here.

[Like himself.]

Given how adamant he is that Tevinter can somehow be 'fixed', yes.

[Fenris' tone suggests he doesn't subscribe to that school of thought. Tevinter is broken, in so many ways, he doesn't think it can be fixed. The poison runs too deep.]

For me? No. And yet it keeps coming up regardless. You cannot run from it for long. It will always catch you up. Even here.

[Felix is quiet for a moment.]

I apologize if my being here feels a bit like that to you.

[Sweet Maker, this guy is making himself hard to hate. Fenris doesn't like it, he prefers to pretend that the mages of Tevinter are bloodmages who care for nothing but their rise to power. It's become deeply unsettling for his worldview to find some who...aren't.]

You have nothing to apologise for. You are not one of my tormentors.

I may not be, but I'm still a part of the society that holds them up.

That's what I'm apologizing for, but if you'd rather I can focus on other things.

Like, for example, how beautiful this view is.

[He shifts a bit to get closer to the view port.]

[He falls silent, for a moment. He's not sure how to handle this. It's not fair, people like Felix and Dorian existing. It takes the edge off a hate he's used to drive himself forward for years.]

...You are not what I expected when I heard the accent.

You mean space? I suppose it's pretty enough.

[Between here and Exsilium, he's used to it. It's stopped holding its wonder for him. It's ultimately just another cage. ]

I thought I'd never see anything like it...

[He trails off for a moment and then looks back at the camera.]

Is it a good thing that I'm not what expected, or a bad?

Enjoy it while you can, the shine eventually wears off it.

[Flat and honest, right to the point:]

Were it a bad thing, I would have killed you. As it is, it is a welcome if... strange thing.

[There's another long, long pause. ]

My name is Fenris.

As with most things...

It's a pleasure to meet you, Fenris.

[He'd say likewise, but he's still thinking on that.]

Hmm. You will no doubt be moved onto your new ship, soon. It's always on this day. You will habe more freedom then, to see the view.

I'll look forward to it.

I shall leave you to your exploration, then.

[And check with Dorian that you're not some kind of psychopath. ]

[He nods in acknowledgement to that and then disconnects after a polite farewell.]