[It's hard, over the crystal, to know how to take that. Part of him always expects judgement, even if Barrow has never done that, ever, to him. And he wonders if his vague reasoning is enough.
He doesn't have to prove anything to Barrow, but he's been a friend right from the start.]
I don't want to give up what I do. I never did. I grew up with this. Andraste blessed me with a vision and sent me to the Templars. What we do--what we did, when Circles still existed, that's what we were taught to do, and it was necessary.
But I haven't been a Templar ever since the Herald died. And without Circles to keep mages safe in their places of learning, I don't know what the Templars do. You know how things got when the war started. What--what the hell were any of us? Everyone left, and plenty decided to become judge, jury, executioner to every mage they came across.
The hand of Andraste guided me here. And I'm not going to abandon these people. And as long as I still have my training, I can help them fight the Venatori.
[And that's more than was needed. Takes a lot out of him. Mobius lets out a deep sigh, rubbing his eyes on his end.]
[another awkward, pensive silence, followed simply by a second,]
of... of course.
[It's not helpful, he knows. He can tell Mobius is on edge, and he feels grateful for the candor, if only something didn't stand so solidly between himself and doing the same.]
Yeah. [agreement: a stiff drink is what they both need.]
[Maybe a drink might help Barrow to open up on his own end. Or at least it'll make them both feel better.] Name a place, I'll be there. Can even provide some of that drink.
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He doesn't have to prove anything to Barrow, but he's been a friend right from the start.]
I don't want to give up what I do. I never did. I grew up with this. Andraste blessed me with a vision and sent me to the Templars. What we do--what we did, when Circles still existed, that's what we were taught to do, and it was necessary.
But I haven't been a Templar ever since the Herald died. And without Circles to keep mages safe in their places of learning, I don't know what the Templars do. You know how things got when the war started. What--what the hell were any of us? Everyone left, and plenty decided to become judge, jury, executioner to every mage they came across.
The hand of Andraste guided me here. And I'm not going to abandon these people. And as long as I still have my training, I can help them fight the Venatori.
[And that's more than was needed. Takes a lot out of him. Mobius lets out a deep sigh, rubbing his eyes on his end.]
I could use a stiff drink, how about you?
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[another awkward, pensive silence, followed simply by a second,]
of... of course.
[It's not helpful, he knows. He can tell Mobius is on edge, and he feels grateful for the candor, if only something didn't stand so solidly between himself and doing the same.]
Yeah. [agreement: a stiff drink is what they both need.]
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In the city. [He's already said the word 'noose' enough times today.] Hanged Man? [wait]