Fifty-something, probably old age for a world like Thedas. Once a decorated templar, now hallucinating in a cottage in her retirement. This is what retirement looks like for templars.
How would Gwenaëlle even find out if she died. If her uncle’s even older, what if he goes first —
Stephen’s chewing over it, the thought like tough gristle. He remembers too well what it felt like to fight with family, and for them to die before you could fix it. “’Never’ is a strong word,” he says. “You don’t want to… I mean, if letters are able to get back and forth, you haven’t wanted to try to reconcile while you still can? If she’s still writing you, some part of her clearly still wants to communicate; you’re not, y’know, salted earth.”
(He hasn’t seen the letter. He doesn’t know quite how bad it already is.)
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How would Gwenaëlle even find out if she died. If her uncle’s even older, what if he goes first —
Stephen’s chewing over it, the thought like tough gristle. He remembers too well what it felt like to fight with family, and for them to die before you could fix it. “’Never’ is a strong word,” he says. “You don’t want to… I mean, if letters are able to get back and forth, you haven’t wanted to try to reconcile while you still can? If she’s still writing you, some part of her clearly still wants to communicate; you’re not, y’know, salted earth.”
(He hasn’t seen the letter. He doesn’t know quite how bad it already is.)