Faiths have been based on much less than the bones of someone with a following. [It's not angry, but more forceful. This conversation is not an indulgence, a way in a sense to make sense of that which lies beyond, the questions they both seem to have. But it is his faith, or the basis thereof, that she mocks. Hard to take so much of it without some defense.
Even if she's right.
What isn't offensive is the talk of spirits. Because they do exist. Even if he had somehow doubted that, the incident at Skyhold would have put that to rest. Hope and Despair chatting over his soul. Like old friends. And beyond that, he'd been in the Fade as few had before their wayward group.]
Spirits as the middle, between gods and mortals. Or spirits as gods to mortals, not unlike the Avvar faith. Spirits who can assist those who call to them in ways beyond any mere person, any natural mage. Spirits perhaps those that help the somniari, the elves of old. The Chant says that spirits are the Maker's first children. But even if that is not so, they still come from somewhere. The question then becomes, did something else, more mysterious and more powerful, create them--or were they always? Creating themselves, in some strange mirror of us. Such a fascination with us.
We'll never know, perhaps, who or what made the Fade. Perhaps it was us. Mortals so long ago there is no memory that can reach them, with knowledge and skills long forgotten. It might have always been, as the world beneath our feet has always been.
[Something about what she says, though. What she has read. Where she has been. He hasn't actually asked. Because this could be a thought exercise, and yet...]
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Even if she's right.
What isn't offensive is the talk of spirits. Because they do exist. Even if he had somehow doubted that, the incident at Skyhold would have put that to rest. Hope and Despair chatting over his soul. Like old friends. And beyond that, he'd been in the Fade as few had before their wayward group.]
Spirits as the middle, between gods and mortals. Or spirits as gods to mortals, not unlike the Avvar faith. Spirits who can assist those who call to them in ways beyond any mere person, any natural mage. Spirits perhaps those that help the somniari, the elves of old. The Chant says that spirits are the Maker's first children. But even if that is not so, they still come from somewhere. The question then becomes, did something else, more mysterious and more powerful, create them--or were they always? Creating themselves, in some strange mirror of us. Such a fascination with us.
We'll never know, perhaps, who or what made the Fade. Perhaps it was us. Mortals so long ago there is no memory that can reach them, with knowledge and skills long forgotten. It might have always been, as the world beneath our feet has always been.
[Something about what she says, though. What she has read. Where she has been. He hasn't actually asked. Because this could be a thought exercise, and yet...]
Why are you so curious?