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FRANK: mm. the 'herald of andraste,' apparently.

TOM: no, he can't call himself that. can he?

SHIV: he shouldn't. it's insane. he's having some kind of—public mental breakdown, and nobody's stopping him. we can't give him our support.

ROMAN: i mean, it's not up to you, shiv. if we don't back him when the templars do, it kind of makes us look like we're too busy jerking off in a palace to do anything about a world-ending crisis.

SHIV: it makes us look like we're still sane. we need to get a handle on him before this escalates into an international incident. he's not stable. he's petitioning heads of state to supply troops using the old grey warden treaties.

TOM: he's a warden-commander now, too?

SHIV: he could decide he is in the next week. he could ruin us, politically, probably financially, and there's no telling how the orlesians might react—

[Enter LOGAN.]

DA Kiss Week - Day 1 - Camp

“Heh. With that mouth of yours, you grow more like your brother every day.“

Image description: Digital art of Umineko: When They Cry. Battler Ushiromiya, white as a statue, has an arm raised in triumph, but his bloody fist is closed around nothing. His own head has been severed from his body and is lifted up by the silhouette of Beatrice. He stares forward in shock. Above his head hovers a forward-facing head of Medusa, wide-eyed, grinning with boar tusks, tongue sticking out. The background dissolves in loops of smoke between brick-red, dark yellows, and blues, with chessboard-square motifs, the scissors of the Fates, and the abstracted bodies of some of the people on Rokkenjima curling behind Battler. End ID.

Here you guys, the pieces I desperatly wanted to get out of my system!

i’m not beat up by this yet

you can’t tell me to regret

been in the dark since the day we met