No. [ Cecily replies, expecting a rueful bitterness and surprised to hear only exhaustion in her own voice. ] Which is why I wrote you in the first place.
[ The spike of regret ebbs, lowering to its usual flatline of late. The guilt just ripples there beneath the surface, but she isn't so clouded as to keep this on when it isn't going to accomplish anything. She'd said her piece, and so had he. ]
Maybe we can just forgive each other and move on. [ She murmurs, casting her gaze to poor, confused Pup. ] Until...
[ Until their thoughts and feelings aren't so amplified. The Inquisitor brushes some hair from her face, finishing the routine of getting in the door, eventually settling into a chair in quiet musing. ]
I miss the sunrises of Skyhold. [ She says suddenly, wistfully. ]
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[ The spike of regret ebbs, lowering to its usual flatline of late. The guilt just ripples there beneath the surface, but she isn't so clouded as to keep this on when it isn't going to accomplish anything. She'd said her piece, and so had he. ]
Maybe we can just forgive each other and move on. [ She murmurs, casting her gaze to poor, confused Pup. ] Until...
[ Until their thoughts and feelings aren't so amplified. The Inquisitor brushes some hair from her face, finishing the routine of getting in the door, eventually settling into a chair in quiet musing. ]
I miss the sunrises of Skyhold. [ She says suddenly, wistfully. ]