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crystal.

FORM: Crystal
SENDER: Alistair
RECIPIENT: All y'all
WHAT: Innocent and totally random question
WHEN: Now
NOTES: Threadjacking is cool, kiss kiss.

What's a reasonable amount of time to stay angry with someone?

[ There is a fairly obvious difference between Alistair's I have a serious question voice and I am trying to cause trouble voice, for those who know him, but in this case his tone falls somewhere between the two. ]

Obviously it depends on what they've done to make you angry, so let's talk about the full range. How long can I stay angry with someone for borrowing my sword without permission before I'm unreasonable?

Or what if they left everyone I cared about to die?

Just for discussion's sake.

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[There is at least one person listening silently and saying nothing. Most of the time she hates these bloody crystals, but they really can't be beat when it comes to reconnaissance.]

Fresh air has always done wonders for my laundry. You should try it with yours sometime. Smells much better.

I'm not throwing anyone anywhere or turning anyone against anyone else. I haven't even said his name. I asked a question, and most people have answered it in the spirit it was intended.

Anyway, I'd make an awful pirate.

[Inessa would gladly be the sane one alongside him, in nearly any other circumstance. But this one of those very few exceptions, and she draws in a breath to regain some sense of her usual calm. It works, a little. When she speaks, her tone is more genuine, less closed off.]

I apologize as well, that was thoughtless of me.

...and I know. Somehow, I never thought he would arrive here, but that was evidently foolish. [A pause and a quieter tone.] I'll contain myself. [That takes some effort to say, but it's not as though Howe is asking the impossible. She doesn't need to forgive Loghain to work with him as a Warden.]

Alistair--

[It's the closest he's come to snapping yet. Close enough to regret it already. He draws a steadying breath, then lets it out. Tries again.]

Alistair, [he says, his voice more measured this time,] however else you may feel about me, however much you may hate me, you know I am right in this. We are Wardens, with a Blighted enemy to fight; must come to an accord.

I...

[ He can feel Teren's future glare already, that's what. ]

... have a fairly embarrassing history of taking the angry drinking thing too far. How about angry rock skipping?

The ones who answer to you know exactly who you're talking about, Alistair. You are giving them sanction to--

No. No, I'm not trying this again. You know you're wrong and you're doing it anyway. I wash my hands of you.

People here think I'm the nug ass but you might have stolen my title with this salt rock you threw in the soup pot.

[He's like...genuinely impressed here.]

I was wrong.

[A beat.]

You are an idiot. Go fuck yourself.

[The connection goes dead.]

Sure. An accord.

[ Skepticism as far as the ear can hear. ]

What are the terms? I never allude in any way to anything you've ever done wrong?

[ Hello and welcome to being his favorite person in this discussion. ]

Do you. Does he offer a discount for remorseless sword thieves?

Wow, thanks. But I hate titles. You can keep it.

Probably for the best. Worn that one for so long it'd be a shame to go without it.

( As is only right and good. )

He offers what I tell him to offer. You remember the fellow, from my home; very friendly.

( In the way that remote cliff-faces overlooking disaster areas are very friendly, if he actually does recollect Felix Guilfoyle, the steward who had overseen the clusterfuck that was visiting the Vauquelin estate. )

I would not make such a request, and I expect you know it. [Irritation, at last, finding its way into his voice.] If you would allude to my wrongdoings, I hope you would say them to me directly as well.

[Maybe he's going to regret this.] Let us discuss this in person.