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crystal | letter | cease and desist notices slipped under her door | action

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[elegiaque]

My opinions are my own. I have a lot of those.

( citation not needed, too many citations. )

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I've noticed.

[ A bit dry. ]

But things you care about.

[elegiaque]

( I happen to care about my opinions is muttered, grumbling, and then— )

I care about lots of things, I don't know. What sort of 'care about' are you talking about?

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I don't know. Just - something you care about, that you decided you cared about, without anyone convincing you to care about it.

[elegiaque]

( objecting immediately— ) No one exists so singularly that no other person has anything to do with what we think. I don't believe that.

( eventually, grudgingly: ) People shouldn't hurt children. And no one set out to convince me the world shouldn't end, but I don't know if I can properly take credit for that one, either, because it isn't as if I came to the Inquisition willingly, but no one gave a fuck what I thought about it so I suppose I'm going to count that one too. Actually.

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All right. Those are good ones.

[ Whichv could sound condescending if Kitty weren't so consistently earnest when it comes to things like this. ]

It seems like your feelings on Orlesian politics - those grow out of your personal experience, don't they?

[elegiaque]

That they're fucking awful? That's everyone's experience.

( deflect, deflect, deflect. )

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[ A shrug. ]

Doesn't make it any less yours. Where I'm from, everyone's been kicked down in some way by our government, but my anger is mine and no one else's.

[elegiaque]

Yours is productive.

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[ A little quietly - ]

Not really.

[elegiaque]

( that's probably fair. )

Well. All that Orlais has motivated me to do is leave Orlais.

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Is that really all?

[elegiaque]

If given the opportunity, I would gladly personally strip Celene naked and whip her through the streets of Halamshiral and leave her there without guards.

( she's definitely thought about this before. )

But it doesn't un-slaughter my sisters.

[rathercommon]

[ Oh. ]

Your...sisters?

[elegiaque]

They were killed in Celene's show of force in Halamshiral. Magalie burned to death in their apartment while Alix was shot in the back by chevaliers trying to reach her. They were a little bit older than me. Twins. And they'd never have been there-

( she doesn't finish that thought. )

I don't give a damn about Orlesian politics.

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But - after that -

[ She shakes her head. ]

Why wouldn't you care? After that?

[elegiaque]

Caring doesn't help them now. It won't spare my mother what happened to her.

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But when you see injustice - when injustice happens to you - how can you not care?

[elegiaque]

I don't know, how does the wind not blow on certain days? I don't sit about deciding not to care about things, it just doesn't happen.

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But if it happened to you, it's happening to other people.

[elegiaque]

( even gwenaëlle knows 'yes, and?' is not the right response here. even if it's the first thing to cross her mind. )

I don't know why we're dissecting this in such detail when I've already said I intend to be involved in making that harder.

( why does it have to matter what her motives for that are? the end result is still the same, isn't it? )

The practical considerations seem a bit more pressing.

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It's just -

[ She hesitates a long moment. Why does it matter? Kitty does believe that outcomes matter more than intentions - you can want to save the world, but if you do it by crushing everyone under your feet, then it's pretty well worthless. So the opposite is true, too - it doesn't matter why someone helps, as long as they help. So why should it matter?

Finally, she offers: ]

I don't want to see you...being used.

[elegiaque]

( what's this feeling. it's kind of nice. do not closely examine. )

I'm not—useful. Well, ( quickly, because she is extremely useful, and before kitty can assure her of as much, ) not in a way where I think being used is...

Actually, I accused Thranduil of that, once. Well, several times. Loudly.

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[ Oh. There's just a tiny edge in Kitty's voice, the smallest hint of do-I-need-to-"talk"-with-him. Kitty really likes Thranduil, but there's no question whose team she's on. ]

Over what?

[elegiaque]

I accused him of cultivating my friendship to abuse the privileges of my status. That he was making a mockery of me. There were rumours that we were lovers, which wasn't true at the time, and I was very—sensitive about it. I'd got into a fistfight with a former maid of mine—Sabine, you won't have met her but she's the only woman Alistair's got eyes for—and he split us up and there were rumours at the time that it was over him.

Which is stupid, because it wasn't. And if we were going to talk about romantic entanglements with elves, Sabine and I probably wouldn't have been trying to claw each other's eyes out if it hadn't ended so poorly. She cut my hair. In my sleep.

( still a little mad! it's been years, gwenaëlle, let it go. )

And anyway, I rescued her, she's so unreasonable.

( she's getting sidetracked. what was the point? oh, right. )

I blamed him for the rumours, I thought he was taking advantage. My mother thought so, too, she disapproved of him. It was important to her that I be a lady. She lost a lot, for me to be a lady. ( but let's not get into that mess of guilt— )

Anyway, the point is, it's hardly...I like very much that I know his life would be easier without me. The things he wants to do. The people he wants to trust him. I'm hardly going to charm the Dalish and my entire upbringing was at the expense of elves, I'm hardly the ideal revolutionary wife. I'm not very diplomatic. And I'm much less wealthy than I used to be. In purely practical terms, he's better off without me.

( she sounds so cheerful about it. because he chooses not to be without her. )