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tushanshu_ooc2016-01-17 10:17 pm
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The combined pang of doubt and leap of hope was nearly painful. Of course, that was the point. To make Garrett doubt. To make him hope. He'd always wondered whether Hope was a benevolent spirit or a demon; he'd never met one before. Maybe there weren't any. Hope, for demons, was a weapon more effective than anything they embodied.
But it could have been Fenris. Fenris assuming. Except that no apology ever happened. It didn't make sense for a demon who could resemble Fenris so well to claim things had happened which hadn't.
Giving demons ammunition wasn't usually the best practice, but Garrett had learned that they usually found the things you wanted to hide. Hiding them only made them more easily used. So he was honest with demons. Honest about poking holes in their illusions.
"Fenris never apologised to me for that," he said flatly. "We've never talked about it. That's what Fenris wanted. Nice try, though. Good use of hope. I'll bet you've gotten lots of mages with that. We're a hopeful bunch."
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Hawke didn't remember it. That conversation, that admission, or anything that came after it.
"My sister," he said. "Varania. She contacted me several days ago, asking for a meeting. Do you remember that? Do you remember that it was a trap?"
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Though Garrett didn't let on, there was a part of him that was increasingly unsure. What was the point in a demon pretending something had happened when it hadn't? If there was a sense in it, Garrett couldn't see what it was. That was dangerous, when it came to demons.
"What's your point?" he asked finally, his eyes still narrowed.
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He didn't move, didn't reach for either his sword or Hawke, though his overwhelming desire to be doing something nearly made him step forward. "I killed Danarius there," he said. "My sister sold me out for a chance to become his apprentice. The day after, when you came to visit me, we talked about that night from three years ago. It's little wonder you don't remember that, if you don't remember the meeting. What do you remember?"
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Three years?
"Three months," he said tightly. "That night was three months ago." But he'd grant that it had felt like three years. Maybe that was why the demon thought otherwise. It was just that this place didn't look like the Fade ...
But there were some similarities in how it felt. Similarities. Not the same. Just enough differences to make him pause instead of attacking. He was letting Fenris--the demon--talk, just because he was unsure. Stupid. Dangerous. Had to make some distance, if that was possible hereabouts.
Without another word Garrett turned to walk away, deliberately presenting his back. If he was attacked, at least he'd know for sure.
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What would be the point in that?
He didn't want to let Hawke leave, but Fenris knew better than anyone what tricks a fickle memory could play on your emotions. Hawke let Fenris leave, that night three years ago, and Fenris had been grateful for that. Shouldn't he return the favour now? He had no doubt they'd find each other again when they needed to, especially if this place was some undiscovered corner of the Fade.
... No. It took Fenris three years to realise it, but walking away from Hawke had been a mistake.
Decision made, Fenris shook his head and took a single step forward. "Wait. I'm not a demon, Hawke. I'm sorry there isn't anything I can say to convince you, but I won't leave you either. Someone's toying with us, with your memory. I won't let them get away with it."
Despite his conscious effort to be level-headed, his eyes burned with the same anger audible in his voice. Magic, as always. Evidently it wouldn't rest until it had taken everything from him.
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Maybe Garret would've managed to get away, except that Fenris's fingers brushed Garrett's wrist in a barely-missed attempt at restraint. Garrett turned and his hand snapped up, wreathing with blue light; there was a ripple around him and the mind-blast hit Fenris like an anvil, flinging him away.
Wouldn't kill him. (Fenris was stronger than that.) Wouldn't kill a demon, either, but a demon didn't know how not to defend itself, which was why Garrett still turned toward it, light still in his hands as he reached for his staff. (If it attacked, it was a demon, and demons needed to be killed.)
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For several moments, Fenris was too paralysed to move. The moment he could, the tattoos in his skin flared with ethereal blue light, ready to move him across the short distance to Hawke in the blink of an eye. When Fenris didn't move to attack, the light subsided.
He picked himself up, grunting both under the weight of the weapon on his back and at the fading pain in his limbs. "I'm not your enemy," he said, a note of anger bit back out of his tone. "Has it occurred to you that Danarius's wine and the gap in our memories is a ploy meant to turn us against each other?"
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But in this case, being wrong could mean losing Fenris.
And Garrett didn't know if he was capable of doing that.
The question made him pause, though. "Frankly, no," said Garrett after a moment. His staff was still in his hand and his other was raised, but he didn't move to attack and there was no magic in his palm. Ready at his fingertips, but not channelled yet. That was actually more sensical than anything else Garrett could think of, and he didn't trust it. He couldn't.
He wanted to.
"Do you have any proof of that?"
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No one but Fenris had cared about the wine appearing in the middle of the street. Why would the crowd react to a fight, unless they felt threatened by it?
It wouldn't be enough. Hawke spent his life fighting demons. He wouldn't be convinced by the mere suggestion they were in a world neither of them recognised, especially when Fenris didn't believe it himself. "There must be something here," he said. "A way to break the illusion. You would know that better than I. If I wasn't here, what would you do?"
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It was the lack of the castle, the missing sheen of grey-green, that's odder than the crowd.
The look Garrett gave Fenris then was crossed between hard and weary. "I'd look for the demon I have to throw off to get out."