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[altusimperius]

tell him how pretty he is

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crystal.

[poleaxed]

Anyroad, lad, you're free of me now. Don't celebrate too hard; you'll hurt the three feelings I have left.

Re: crystal.

[altusimperius]

Wait.


...no.

[poleaxed]

Uh, yes. I'll not bother you for training, though if you'd like to train with the rest of manky Forces crew, you're welcome to it.

[altusimperius]

Is this because of Commander Flint?

[poleaxed]

Wh- oh, him. Yeah, he told me to lay off you.

[altusimperius]

[Scoffing,] of course.

I want to do it. I want to learn, but I need to be shown what to do before I'm told to do it. If I'm attacked out of nowhere... I'll panic.

[poleaxed]

[A thoughtful noise.] Hadn't thought of that. Ain't a good teacher for a lad like you, when it comes down it it.

If you really care, have a look at general training for Forces. See what basics are like, and we'll go from there, yeah?

[Hopefully he won't show up on a day with someone bleeding while Jone tries to throw a banana down Barrow's throat.]

[altusimperius]

[Tentatively,] ...all right.

[poleaxed]

[groannn.]

What's the matter now?

[altusimperius]

Nothing, you just. Seemed gung-ho, and I don’t want anyone speaking for me.

[poleaxed]

I'm from Ferelden, lad. The world's been ending since I was fourteen. I'm good at giving up on important old rubbish.

Pretty sure somebody spoke for you, though I couldn't tell you who.

[altusimperius]

Well. I'm doing it now. And I'll see you at training.