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Library, Sunday

Despite the fact he way or may not have gotten fired on Wednesday, though he pretty sure it'd been a case of not, Face was back behind the desk today. Though in between checking and stacking books, he made a point of scrubbing out the coffee pot.

Just because Barry hadn't been responsible for the island going weird, it didn't mean that the pot was safe.

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"To protect the righteous from those who might do it harm," Cassandra said. Honestly, Face. "Against the remains of the Tevinter Imperium, several times. And against the Qunari who conquered Rivain and Antiva and threatened the Free Marches."

Face was maybe not that swayed. "That just leads to the question of who's righteousness gets to be protected," he said. "The Myrialites believed they were righteous. As a result my ancestors, and everyone else on Lorrd, got to spend the next three hundred years enslaved."

"And my ancestors rose up and took arms in Exalted Marches to keep such a fate from touching Chantry nations again," Cassandra said, raising an eyebrow. "Is that wrong in your eyes?"

"Not really, no," Face said. "Assuming that's what actually happened instead of being justification after the fact."

It was almost like being used as a propaganda tool had left Face cynical about some things.

Nah, that was only the Exalted March against the *elves*, Face. She hadn't even touched on that one yet.

"Trust me when I say that both the Qunari and the Tevinters would love nothing more than to conquer our lands anew," she said dryly. "How did Lorrd free itself?"

Surely bringing up 'and then we excised the bit about our allies when we decided to annex their lands' would only help her argument!

"A couple of different things," Face told her. "There was a resistance, which required developing a whole new form of communication, since speaking carried a death sentence, and the Republic finally got itself stable enough to notice what was happening and the Jedi led a task-force to help."

Hey now. Hey now. The official take on the Exalted March against the Dales was that the elves turned into assholes overnight and started attacking Orlesian villages.

"You developed an entirely new form of communication?" Cassandra echoed, looking interested.

And what did the elves say about who started it?

Face nodded. "Kinetic communication. Mix of body language, facial expressions, subtle gestures you wouldn't notice if you weren't looking for them. You'd be surprised how much information can be conveyed that way."

Cassandra didn't know. Nobody asked.

"So you became more... subtle," she said.

Yeah, you didn't need Lorrdian communication skills to figure out how Cassandra felt about anything.

"Is there anything about me that screams subtle?" Face asked. "But, yeah, after a few hundred years where it was the only way we could communicate, we got pretty good at controlling and reading body language, and even after we were allowed to talk to each other again, we just kept doing it." For four thousand years.

"And after we started working with our voices as well we became really good mimics." Look, he could do a Nevarran accent!

Cassandra's eyebrows went up, but she let out a little chuckle. "Did you practice as a child?" she wondered.

Face nodded. "From the crib, along with Basic."

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