By contrast, Silas' acquiescence loosens some of the tension in Ellis' face. Observation of Silas' irritation doesn't go unnoticed, but Ellis doesn't remark upon it. Instead, he turns his gaze down into the fire. Thot's activities fill the space between them while Ellis absently works the ache from the bent fingers of his left hand.
"I trust you with it."
A mistake, perhaps, given all else that lies between them. Thinking of it deepens the frown lingering around the edges of his face, though Ellis doesn't give any space for that misgiving to work its way free.
"Anyone we begged from the Inquisition is beholden to the Chantry, and anyone we begged from what's left of the Wardens is beholden to their Commander."
The problem becomes clear, surely: they can't risk the Gates becoming plain knowledge, and neither of those organizations are air tight.
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Date: 2021-10-24 04:00 am (UTC)"I trust you with it."
A mistake, perhaps, given all else that lies between them. Thinking of it deepens the frown lingering around the edges of his face, though Ellis doesn't give any space for that misgiving to work its way free.
"Anyone we begged from the Inquisition is beholden to the Chantry, and anyone we begged from what's left of the Wardens is beholden to their Commander."
The problem becomes clear, surely: they can't risk the Gates becoming plain knowledge, and neither of those organizations are air tight.
"And Adrasteia won't abide blood magic."