That's about the gist of it, yeah. Someone's found a way to do it, and that means we should be able to reverse engineer it if we can just figure out how.
[There's a delay in House's reply because, okay... he walked into that one. But there's a question that raises and he's just going to skip past being Stephen's patient.]
you're not treating the clown so which psychopath is that? gray?
[ He knows he probably could- if he had his powers back. Which he explicitly has told people he doesn't want to do. It's too dangerous. But maybe they'll need it at the end. ...he doesn't know. And he doesn't want to admit that, even if that's where his theorizing always brings him. ]
Okay, I've probably eaten up enough of your time tonight. I'm going to get to bed before Al calls and hounds me about it.
[ He looks back up at the tablet, his own expression oddly vulnerable as he smile shyly. ]
Thanks, Doctor. Really. I thought I was going to spend the rest of my time here traveling alone, and now- at least it's enough protection that we can risk it.
Kirkwall's Circle has a long history of madness and death. Even the soporati who should be immune to such effects frequently report feeling as if someone is watching over their shoulder. The Knight-Commander of the Templars of the Kirkwall Circle appears to have been a bit hrm, overzealous even before she got her hands on a cursed object. Southern Templars can repel magic.
If the city itself is a glyph channeling magic, it would keep the area unsettled. And I don't just mean rumors. There are verifiable patterns that far more mages go bad and far more murders happen in Kirkwall than is normal.
I'm sorry. I'm really, really, really sorry, like, like-- I should've protected you but I couldn't, i should've been able to fight whatever they did to me and I really-- I really hurt you. [Here's Stephen's blubbery apology, you're welcome.]
I asked their new Viscount about that. His answer involved a lengthy diatribe about my ancestry, port tariffs, and a paean to the pride of his people and their melting pot.
[Not that he can blame him. Stephen's been eying his own supply, and yet he's right back on the pregabalin. There's a frown in his voice as he goes on.]
[Stephen knows perfectly well that America isn't at fault for what happened. He was upset by Magenta's insistence on vengeance, won't have any part in that kind of thinking.
...But the sound of America's voice puts a cold, hard knot of dread in his gut, and Stephen can't respond immediately; has to set this aside and come back to it. Setting his tablet to transcribe America's message to text helps a little. When Stephen's message does come through, his tone is carefully measured.]
I should have been able to get out of that cell. There are a lot of should haves going around.
I am in full, if hypocritical, agreement. To his credit, Varric did agree with me when I said it was a shithole. But then he's a dwarf and they're immune to magic. And mostly immune to lyrium an occasionally immune to not being stubborn assholes who need to find new places to live.
Yeah. [There's a pause as America heaves a sigh and, not that Stephen can see it, rakes his fingers through his hair.] If there's anything you want from me, I'll do it. Anything. I mean--I mean, before, if you'd wanted anything I'd've done it, but even more now.
[He doesn't know what to do with this. He can only imagine what it would be like to be on the other side of this, and he doesn't want to let this drive them all apart even now that it's done. There isn't anything that makes this better, though. What's he going to request? "Don't talk to me because the sound of your voice makes me feel like I'm going to die"? There's a delay again, though nowhere near as long as the last one.]
[Is important for Stephen to establish, but he falls silent as the rest of the message comes in. There's the soft sound of him clearing his throat; the line is otherwise silent for a long moment.]
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