Gwenaëlle's own strong opinions on the matter of Tranquility are not dissimilar, probably; also, probably not quite the same. She swallows something she might have said, on the matter of misuse, and —well. Maybe this isn't not that,
“Casimir wasn't an apprentice. He had been harrowed. I don't know if it was a...sentence or an agreement or the quantifiable difference between those things in a Circle.” Tranquility is not meant to be forced on anyone, but what is voluntary in a life without free choice? She remembers: you don't have to feel something about it to understand when people are behaving disrespectfully towards you. She remembers, I have not forgotten manners.
“Averesch, the mage one, knew him before, I think. I only knew him after. We were friends. That's—”
a breath out. The other Averesch isn't even around any more for the distinction to matter, except that it very much matters Kostos Averesch knew Casimir Lyov because they were both mages.
“You know, my adventure in the swamp— Guilfoyle was with me, and Adalia, you don't know her, she was a rifter. Hakkon's Wrath. The wyvern.” The one that left a gnarled scar at her inner thigh that he's got to know more intimately, recently. “I was there because we were seeking ingredients that the mages needed for the ritual that. He used to be Tranquil, Stephen. We demonstrated that the cure was real and repeatable and that it could be undone. He chose to undo it. It wasn't sanctioned and Coupe was furious and we thought the Chantry might have him fucking assassinated and I don't know why I thought there was anywhere he'd be safe.”
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“Casimir wasn't an apprentice. He had been harrowed. I don't know if it was a...sentence or an agreement or the quantifiable difference between those things in a Circle.” Tranquility is not meant to be forced on anyone, but what is voluntary in a life without free choice? She remembers: you don't have to feel something about it to understand when people are behaving disrespectfully towards you. She remembers, I have not forgotten manners.
“Averesch, the mage one, knew him before, I think. I only knew him after. We were friends. That's—”
a breath out. The other Averesch isn't even around any more for the distinction to matter, except that it very much matters Kostos Averesch knew Casimir Lyov because they were both mages.
“You know, my adventure in the swamp— Guilfoyle was with me, and Adalia, you don't know her, she was a rifter. Hakkon's Wrath. The wyvern.” The one that left a gnarled scar at her inner thigh that he's got to know more intimately, recently. “I was there because we were seeking ingredients that the mages needed for the ritual that. He used to be Tranquil, Stephen. We demonstrated that the cure was real and repeatable and that it could be undone. He chose to undo it. It wasn't sanctioned and Coupe was furious and we thought the Chantry might have him fucking assassinated and I don't know why I thought there was anywhere he'd be safe.”