COMPASSION CURDLES ON his tongue. A sour reminder of their similar stories. The body Envy coffins itself in is too valuable for the pointed end of a DAGGER, but Cole knows people to be kind towards the CORPSES of former members of their coteries; even bearing in mind they will be a bastardized version of the person they once softened for.
Cole goes against the need to ATTACK. Envy has wrought nothing but diseased minds and failing HEARTS before this, why should Leliana be any different?
His feet drag against the patchy ground, collecting dirt and grass with the tips of his aging shoes. His teeth lock together, a steel trap of BITTER words frozen like icicles in the fist of his mouth. Swallowing bile, Cole approaches.
He would not be deigned beneath a demon.
❝ Get out of her. You twist people, the commander, the templars. Make them BLACK inside. ❞
Envy draws up her lip, wrinkles her nose. Fingers of one hand curl possessively into the fabric that hangs down over her chest, and she snorts. When she speaks -- out of earshot of everyone else -- it is in Envy's voice. Envy's voice is easier.
" no. " it sneers, " Envy will not go back to being nobody! What right do you have to ask such, compassion ? You have made yourself somebody. How many lives did it cost you to be real? "
She clicks her teeth in frustration, paces to one side. It has empathy, but Envy doesn't know whether or not she will be able to fool it. She decides to try anyway.
" You would have me exiled! Back to the fade! Or killed! I just want to be real for a while, like you. Envy knows all it needs to know! Envy will do it's job for the Inquisition, for now. It likes this face. Do you want to fight me for it, demon? "
( it was love, once. so close in nature that they could have been the same spirit, but not anymore. it doesn't remember, anyway. it never will. demons don't become spirits. )
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