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Varric: Why are you always so on edge? Come on, relax a little!
Fenris: I am surrounded by reminders that Tevinter hasn't changed since Kirkwall was built. There are *literal chains* and constant familiar feelings of the place which tormented me. I don't know, why *am* I so on edge, Varric???
Cole Finally Made A Joke
Cole: Blackwall?
Blackwall: Oh Maker... Yes?
Cole: Where do babies come from?
[Blackwall sobs]
Blackwall: Why me.
[Cole smiles, looks at Varric]
Cole: Did I say the joke right?
[Varric wheezing with laughter]
Varric: You did GREAT, Kid.
Completely Canon Dialogue
Varric: So, broody. Why do you hate fish so much?
Fenris: Must there be a reason?
Varric: Well, I mean... Was it some evil Magister who always pushed fish in your face?
Fenris: No.
Varric: ... Attacked by giant fish at sea?
Fenris: No.
Varric: Are you serious?
Fenris: Not everything about me leads back to the Imperium. I simply despise the creatures. Slimy, ill-smelling things.
Varric: Well... That's... Huh.
Fenris: What? Are you disappointed that there is no tragic story behind my hatred for fish?
Varric: A little.
Varric: So, Broody. How tall are you?
Fenris: Hm... Around 6'1, 6'2?--
[Varric flinches]
Fenris: Are... Are you okay?
Varric: Yeah, sorry. I'm just afraid of heights
[Varric high-fives Hawke]
Fenris: Maker's balls...
[Solas pointing at a More Human Cole]
Solas: Look what you've done, Varric! You took a perfectly good Compassion Spirit and gave him anxiety!
Fenris Got Jokes
Fenris: Varric, I have a question
Varric: Oh?
Fenris: What do you get from a Magister's cow..?
Varric: ... I don't know. What *do* you get from a Magister's cow?
Fenris, grinning: Spoiled. Milk.
Fearmonger
Fearful Thoughts || Accepting!
One of the many reasons Cole had been scared to be remembered; people think he’s strange. Strange enough to play tricks on, it seems. The children told him there was a big spider, that they were too afraid to go in. If only they’d known.
Cole’s eyes widen as the lock clicks. “No!” He turns so quickly that he stumbles on the way to the door. It’s too dark, the lamps blew out when the door closed. Damn drafty castle. The young man pounds on the door, tears already starting to well up in his eyes. “W-wait! What did I do?”
The children outside giggle, and he can hear their footsteps as they leave. His mind is too full of fear to remember his lockpick, and he’d be too shaky to use it in the dark anyway. He rushes to the other side of the tower, scrambling to try and reach the tiny barred window. He scrapes his knees and fingers in his attempt, but he can’t pull himself high enough. The moon sits behind dark clouds. So he shouts for help. From Varric, the Inquisitor, Solas, anyone...
His hat falls to the ground with a clang as he tumbles to the floor.
Cole stays on the ground, holding himself. The tears fall freely now, hitching sobs as he curls up. He hears squeaking. Are the rats really there? Or is it a memory? A boy in a cell. Scars on his hands and his feet. He covers his face, trying to breathe.
He doesn’t know how long he’s there. Time is lost in the dark. Reality is lost. He is lost.
I’m slipping between the cracks of what’s real and what’s not. Tied at the center of a knot. I can’t breathe, I can’t-
“Kid? You in there?”
“V-Varric..?” Cole croaks through tears, but he doesn’t dare lift his head. “Is it real... I’m- am I...”
“Hold on, Kid! I’m gonna get you out of there,” The familiar sound of a lockpick rings through the small room. The door opens and there they are. Varric and Inquisitor Lavellan, the latter of which is holding the leader of the children by the ear. Varric rushes in, setting a lamp down nearby. He’s pissed.
“You can... C-can you see me?” Cole whispers, finally lifting his head. He wipes some of the tears from his eyes to see his friend. His family.
“Yeah, Kid. Clear as day. You’re real, it’s alright. Those little assholes... Come on, I’m getting you a drink or... Something. It’ll be okay.”
