"In my time, I'm the only one. Remember when I said the humans decided to make me their next prophet? That, but with extra steps."
Technically, the prophet bit was her being 'the Herald of Andraste', whether she liked it or not, no matter how much she'd protested. No matter how many times she'd explained that no, Andraste herself had not handed her out of the Fade back into the waking world. The mark on her hand was not from their precious Maker.
At the end of the day, the mark on her hand, the Anchor, had meant she'd had to stick around to clean up the mess anyway. Nothing and no one else could seal a Rift.
"Leader of a huge branch of the Chantry, which is the human church. I think by the time we killed Corypheus, we had about as many people camped under our flags as the neighboring countries of Ferelden and Orlais. Mostly fighters, but also support people, whole families. I wasn't in charge of logistics either, thankfully. I did a lot of delegation if something didn't need to be hit in the face."
This is absolutely, easily, hands-down, the most Alleyana has spoken at once in her entire time on the train. Her voice is actually getting less ragged as her damaged vocal cords warm up. It'll never not sound harsh, but. Improvement is improvement.
She's just sort of hoping that her rambling might help, somehow. Center him on something that isn't that feeling of worthlessness.
"...And now, I'm here."
Maybe her attempt to commiserate might even hold a little water? But she won't be shocked if it doesn't. Maker only knows her social skills are stunted at best.
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Technically, the prophet bit was her being 'the Herald of Andraste', whether she liked it or not, no matter how much she'd protested. No matter how many times she'd explained that no, Andraste herself had not handed her out of the Fade back into the waking world. The mark on her hand was not from their precious Maker.
At the end of the day, the mark on her hand, the Anchor, had meant she'd had to stick around to clean up the mess anyway. Nothing and no one else could seal a Rift.
"Leader of a huge branch of the Chantry, which is the human church. I think by the time we killed Corypheus, we had about as many people camped under our flags as the neighboring countries of Ferelden and Orlais. Mostly fighters, but also support people, whole families. I wasn't in charge of logistics either, thankfully. I did a lot of delegation if something didn't need to be hit in the face."
This is absolutely, easily, hands-down, the most Alleyana has spoken at once in her entire time on the train. Her voice is actually getting less ragged as her damaged vocal cords warm up. It'll never not sound harsh, but. Improvement is improvement.
She's just sort of hoping that her rambling might help, somehow. Center him on something that isn't that feeling of worthlessness.
"...And now, I'm here."
Maybe her attempt to commiserate might even hold a little water? But she won't be shocked if it doesn't. Maker only knows her social skills are stunted at best.