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FORM: Sending crystal
SENDER: Christine Delacroix
RECIPIENT: Any of her CR still left in the Dark AU. She wouldn't send this to the whole Inquisition, so it's sort of locked?
WHAT: Just asking what's shakin'.
WHEN: Cloudreach 13th 9:48
WHERE: random hidden spot in the Frostbacks
NOTES: Christine's mental state has deteriorated so she'll be erratic, angry, and possibly not easy to talk to.

[ Every waking moment hurts and yet Christine lingers on. For the last two years, she's been slowing the spread of her red lyrium corruption with healing magic, but most days she can't remember to do it now. Her head is full of a song and the longer she focuses on it, the deeper she sinks into it. But some days she awakes in pain and her head is clear enough to focus for a little while. Today she grips her crystal tight in her claw-shaped hand, red spikes of lyrium jutting out through her skin from where they're fused with her bones. ]

It is me.

[ Her voice should be easy to recognize. It now sounds like two voices at once, too close together to be an echo, and with a humming sound woven through as well. ]

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[ Christine makes a soft, whimpering sound, because she can no longer bottle up her emotions like she once did. The lyrium is in her brain and it's changed so much, including her emotions. They swing rapidly between anger, paranoia, sadness, and more. Now she's upset, thinking about the past and what she and Araceli talked about once. Yes, she is up in the mountains, close to the Hold she fell in love with, but she's not a part of it and she isn't sure if her soul will fly up to the Lady of the Skies when she dies. Oh, Cullen will drag her body outside if she asks, but what if her soul isn't worthy? What if the Lady rejects her because Christine sent Faith away years ago to protect her from Christine's mood shifts? Or what if the Lady does accept her, but Christine finds out Church isn't in the same place too? Or her father? Is there a way to make sure she joins them again? That is what she wants more than anything. ]

She is a rare and wonderful woman. Always constant. [ She sniffs back her tears. ] And you are as well, to remember the fallen. To remember my Church. [ Another whimper and she lets her head fall forward, tired of trying to hold it up. Her neck aches now. Everything aches, or burns, or is a sharp, stabbing pain. ] Thank you. I think I am ready to go. I want to be with him again. It will not be long now.