So you think, [ he speaks slowly, not out of condescension, but due to trying to follow that tangled gnarled train of thought, ] that your superiors cut you off from the lyrium for two weeks, and then put you back on it, for the betterment of your health?
[ Ah, wait, but there’s the condescension: the curl of the lip, the sardonic question mark stabbed into the sentence. ]
[ there's a frustration comes of saying something that makes perfect sense, and getting this back —
most days, riftwatch don't sit so odd. a year ago, and still fumbling for context, cedric wasn't surprised to find himself surprised. open schedules, loose orders, and every other word felt a foreign tongue. but now and again he hears still it: that gap stretched between his life, and this borrowed one. ]
Yeah. [ because what the fuck else is he supposed to say? ] Now I know I weren't losing my shit. Know I can handle it.
[ for his own good. there's a frustration comes out of that phrase, out of kind mouths; the mirror shattered underhand. been a lot done for his own good. had so much good, sometimes he chokes on it. ]
[ bluntly: ] You might be handling it, and you might not be actively losing your shit to the extent of becoming a red lyrium monster, but it’s still fucking with you. It’s still killing you, the person you are, faster than if you weren’t on it.
[ A sigh over the crystal, a defeated exhale of breath. ]
Alright, Carsus. Noted.
Just, keep it in mind if you can. All I’m saying: your duties as a templar and a member of Riftwatch and a member of the Chantry, none of them necessarily have to be bound to the chemical.
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I haven’t, no.
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[ riftwatch found it in the supplies before. tainted. you keep an eye out, you keep your people in check. ]
That don't come from nowhere. You don't choose that death without reason. And 's what happens when you got no one gives a damn for your health.
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[ Ah, wait, but there’s the condescension: the curl of the lip, the sardonic question mark stabbed into the sentence. ]
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most days, riftwatch don't sit so odd. a year ago, and still fumbling for context, cedric wasn't surprised to find himself surprised. open schedules, loose orders, and every other word felt a foreign tongue. but now and again he hears still it: that gap stretched between his life, and this borrowed one. ]
Yeah. [ because what the fuck else is he supposed to say? ] Now I know I weren't losing my shit. Know I can handle it.
[ for his own good. there's a frustration comes out of that phrase, out of kind mouths; the mirror shattered underhand. been a lot done for his own good. had so much good, sometimes he chokes on it. ]
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[ unspoken, that'd be alright. ]
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Alright, Carsus. Noted.
Just, keep it in mind if you can. All I’m saying: your duties as a templar and a member of Riftwatch and a member of the Chantry, none of them necessarily have to be bound to the chemical.
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[ Well, that could have gone better. ]