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               COMPASSION CURDLES ON his tongue. A sour reminder of their similar stories. The body Envy coffins itself in is too valuable for the pointed end of a DAGGER, but Cole knows people to be kind towards the CORPSES of former members of their coteries; even bearing in mind they will be a bastardized version of the person they once softened for. 

               Cole goes against the need to ATTACK. Envy has wrought nothing but diseased minds and failing HEARTS before this, why should Leliana be any different?

              His feet drag against the patchy ground, collecting dirt and grass with the tips of his aging shoes. His teeth lock together, a steel trap of BITTER words frozen like icicles in the fist of his mouth. Swallowing bile, Cole approaches.

                                       He would not be deigned beneath a demon.

  ❝ Get out of her. You twist people, the commander, the templars. Make them BLACK inside. ❞

     Envy draws up her lip, wrinkles her nose. Fingers of one hand curl possessively into the fabric that hangs down over her chest, and she snorts. When she speaks -- out of earshot of everyone else -- it is in Envy's voice. Envy's voice is easier.

          " no. " it sneers, " Envy will not go back to being nobody! What right do you have to ask such, compassion ? You have made yourself somebody. How many lives did it cost you to be real? "

     She clicks her teeth in frustration, paces to one side. It has empathy, but Envy doesn't know whether or not she will be able to fool it. She decides to try anyway.

          " You would have me exiled! Back to the fade! Or killed! I just want to be real for a while, like you. Envy knows all it needs to know! Envy will do it's job for the Inquisition, for now. It likes this face. Do you want to fight me for it, demon? "

( -- )

               MALEVOLENCE MANUFACTURES ITSELF within the sticky-slow beat of a borrowed body’s heart. Her complexion gone aeneous with avarice. Cole keeps to the corners of the courtyard, bearing in mind the corrupted coyness of a being POSSESSED.

               He would do best to bring this to Solas, knowing that his friend would be better suited at dealing with a demon beneath the skin of a valued member of the Inquisition. His daggers knew only DESTRUCTION, he would not be able to save the Spymaster without help.

               He matches her gaze with a sneer, smoke gathering at the coupled edges of his body in preparation for a disappearing act. Cole keeps his hands white-knuckled around the grip of his BLADES.

     Envy knows that as long as she piggy-backs on someone they care about that they will be hesitant to kill her -- ( nevermind that the host rots away while Envy has them, people are willing to save whatever they can, even if it means what they get back may not be the same ) -- so she knows he is armed, and she chooses to ignore it. 

     Envy is a perfect replica when she wishes to be. For now, she is willing to bargain -- would rather that than risk losing her's host and meal. Luckily, a fade spirit's powers of persuasion don't function in the attuned eyes of another fade spirit. She won't forget, like a human would.

          " Cole ! " ( A name to call, when spirits don't have names. It is odd not to be calling it by it's virtue. Envy makes a beckoning motion with one hand, putting up the other to show it isn't armed. ) " If you have a moment, I would speak to you. "

     She would hope compassion has learned enough curiosity while pretending to be a real boy to listen to a few words before running off to tell. Envy will wait, and if he comes close enough that she can speak without everyone hearing, she will add.

[ i’m on ps4 but i can take screencaps. i think i have a save on my templar pt from before the templar quest if you’d like i could run through it tomorrow? ]

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