Fandom Creeper

Some hope and comfort today. 🌄 The pain and struggle *will* fade one day, and you’ll be left with growth and learning.

every time i think about rook and the things they go through during this expedition i can’t help but get so emotional because tell me why this person of no importance, who’s only ever tried to do good things in their life suddenly gets tasked with the heavy burden of saving the world from blighted elven gods. rook is just a person, a simple, regular person with a penchant to do what’s right, even when it goes against what their society deems as “right,” who suddenly has 7 companions (and the rest of thedas) looking to them for all the answers. they’ve never done anything like it before, at least not on such a grand and important scale, yet this role is thrust onto them nonetheless.

they’re flawed. they’re good. they have a thousand good qualities to rival the bad ones, they’re not perfect, but everyone expects them to be. they make mistakes and pay for the consequences. they save countless lives and get little recognition for it. they never expected a simple mission—for which they were recruited because they were sent away from their home for choosing to help people rather than conform—to turn into the expedition they find themself on, yet here they are.

it’s merciless, unforgiving, deadly, and they know that, despite their best efforts, some of their companions might not make it to the end of it all. they’re pulled in every direction, feeling the need to take care of their companions and their troubles, wanting to support them in every way they can, even when that’s not sometimes possible. they work themself to the bone day and night, forgoing sleep to find every possible solution to every possible outcome. it’s almost irrational, that need to control it all, if only to save the people they’ve come to care about so deeply.

and despite it all, they keep going. ignoring the fatigue, the anger, the grief, the ceaseless problems that seem to crop up out of nowhere, they always push through. because they have to. because it’s demanded of them. but also, more importantly, because they want to. because it’s something that calls to them, deep inside, to help people.

He doesn't just hold out for an entire year, he makes a deal that means his worst concern is shared custody of his body. Most mages can't even do that.

Calivan says, "It was supposed to take a week, at most!" Thedas has five day weeks (we think).

There are three records that we are able to access (one note just says it goes on for pages and pages.) Prisoner 36 succumbed after 9 days. Prisoner 20 succumbed after 18 days.

The longest we have a record of anyone else holding out is 100 days, and after that time they were taken over by a demon of passivity.

He and Spite aren't just working together. He's already learned how to move in order to take advantage of Spite's wings. That takes practice, collaboration, and patience.

He's mentally and physically strong enough to hold a demon back while Spite is furiously trying to stab someone at point blank range.

How tiresome.

There's no point, you know.

Nothing awaits you anymore.