crystal.

[byblow]

FORM: Crystal
SENDER: Alistair
RECIPIENT: Everyone
NOTES: Check this report.

More good news, everyone.

[ Already, it doesn't sound like good news. He isn't faking any obnoxious good cheer. Instead it's quiet drawl, 100% subdued sarcasm. ]

We've more or less confirmed that when Hawke and her friends, ah, when they 'killed' Corypheus—

Obviously he wasn't dead. If that part is news, we need to have a talk. But it seems the way he got out of prison while his big, creepy body was dead on the ground was by transferring himself—his soul—into a Warden who was there, and walking out, easy as that.

The Archdemons could do something similar, but not to us. That was the whole point of us. So that's... great...

[ Wearily. But after a moment he steels himself and sounds, if not brighter, at least more brisk. ]

Anyway, if anyone does ever get close enough to kill him, try not to have a Warden with you, I suppose. If you can't help it, you can ask them to laugh afterwards. If they sound too creepy about it, you'll have to kill them too.

Comments

[byblow]

Less trouble than the Wardens on his side, we can hope.

[gentlecountry]

Now, that's true.

[That actually surprises a laugh out of him. It's a strangled little thing.]

I can always hope. Maybe Antiva will gets itself another civil war. Maybe Antimony will gets herself a new paramour. Maybe the Deep Roads will eats me before it's my problem to have. Lots of shits could happen.

I thanks you for your optimism.