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[overharrowed]

Incoming messages and correspondence for Enchanter Julius.

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[overharrowed]

I don't know what about the fact that I'm involved with the woman who was, until recently, the head of the diplomacy division suggests to you that our joint plans amount to "passively accept whatever is handed to us." My point was that my aims have gotten broader, not smaller, since arriving in Kirkwall. And I don't know what about my behavior has convinced you that I'm not intending to be a significant part of the inevitable change that is going to follow in the Inqusition's wake.

[keenly]

[Colin's mild tone hardens, though it is just as quiet.]

You take for granted that someone else will make space for you in what's to come. But the only thing the rest of the world is concerned with is what they can get out of it, and they got more out of us when we were penned up making potions. They don't respect you or care if you have a voice. You're important here in the Inquisition, but when we're done here? Only the grace of the Divine could save us then. But first, she has to think you're a person. She has to care what you have to say.

[overharrowed]

I can't imagine why you think I take for granted anything of the sort. My questions earlier didn't spring from a misguided notion that it doesn't matter who wins the election, and frankly I'm slightly insulted that you thought they might have. Not stating my opinion publicly is not the same as not having an opinion.

[keenly]

[The steel leaves his voice, but it doesn't get quieter or louder. His train of thought doesn't seem to have even changed.]

I'm sorry. I'll stop.

[There's real regret in it, but no tears or pleading. He just seems tired.]

[overharrowed]

Perhaps you'd best, under the circumstances.

[He doesn't sound angry, exactly, but he's not conciliatory either.]