I asked for it. [ the speech. chews it over: ] Back in Skyhold, y'know, all felt clear-cut. Way forward did. Never figured we'd still be fighting him in nine-fifty.
That good you found — it feel the same way when you see it? Clear.
Sometimes. I think ... when you're in the Order, there's always an answer. The clarity of that is something I miss sometimes. Working on my own power, it's more—
[A pause while he considers.]
Sometimes it's just as clear. Laid out perfectly in front of me. And sometimes it's a mass of gray, and I just try to grab hold of the lightest shade I can because not choosing is also a choice. It doesn't always feel enough, but it's the best I have.
There's a point to having the answer, I mean. Clear or not. Choosing wasn't why I went after you. I dunno. 'S just, can't field an army on no orders. Seen how that goes.
[ the reds, the march, it all breaks down in the pitch of battle. ]
Don't expect you t'have the answer. But you been in charge of folks, before. They're never putting me in that.
I don't know if that was the right call, in the city. [In a tone that suggests he's thought about it since.] But not making a choice, they still would have died, and the attack on the Gallows could have been even worse than it was. Then again.
[An exhale, not quite a sigh.]
I gave back my rank and my insignia, but I can't give back years of training. For better or worse. I did used to lead, and when someone looks to me, even now, I have the impulse to give an answer.
[Would he still think any choice is better than no choice, if he hadn't been trained to make those battlefield calls? No way to know, now.]
[Even if it's wrong. It's a trap he knows well enough, and one he still sometimes falls into.]
I don't think being wrong is the end of the road, though, for what it's worth. It's only the end if you never ask another question again. Don't think you're in any danger of that, at least.
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That good you found — it feel the same way when you see it? Clear.
[ imminent. ]
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[A pause while he considers.]
Sometimes it's just as clear. Laid out perfectly in front of me. And sometimes it's a mass of gray, and I just try to grab hold of the lightest shade I can because not choosing is also a choice. It doesn't always feel enough, but it's the best I have.
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[ when he wasn't choosing. ]
There's a point to having the answer, I mean. Clear or not. Choosing wasn't why I went after you. I dunno. 'S just, can't field an army on no orders. Seen how that goes.
[ the reds, the march, it all breaks down in the pitch of battle. ]
Don't expect you t'have the answer. But you been in charge of folks, before. They're never putting me in that.
it's been 84 years
[An exhale, not quite a sigh.]
I gave back my rank and my insignia, but I can't give back years of training. For better or worse. I did used to lead, and when someone looks to me, even now, I have the impulse to give an answer.
[Would he still think any choice is better than no choice, if he hadn't been trained to make those battlefield calls? No way to know, now.]
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[Even if it's wrong. It's a trap he knows well enough, and one he still sometimes falls into.]
I don't think being wrong is the end of the road, though, for what it's worth. It's only the end if you never ask another question again. Don't think you're in any danger of that, at least.
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