Dorian can't help it – he breathes out a mirthless chuckle.
"That's hardly a plan," he says, though a small part of him admits that's it's suitably dramatic. The Bull, standing with only the assistance of some sturdy dwarven wall, acting as a barrier between the darkspawn and Dorian. Under normal circumstances, that would be their exact arrangement. In their current predicament, it would practically be a death sentence for the Bull.
Still, it's nice to know that even the Bull is inclined to a few poor ideas, and it helps Dorian to focus.
The offer gives him pause, however, and his expression softens.
"Even if it were clean, I wouldn't take it. I've seen what Blight-sickness does." He presses his lips together, thinks briefly of Felix, pale and weak in bed before Dorian and Alexius made their first breakthrough. "I wouldn't wish it on anyone."
He steels himself and forces himself to continue through the narrow space – and if it gives him an excuse to look forward, to keep himself turned away to hide the unease on his face, more's the better.
"I studied the taint for a while." He works to keep his voice casual, level. He's discussed this with the Inquisitor before, of course, but they had been at Skyhold – quite far away from the threat of sickness. "The effects of it on the living – on humans, at least. My mentor and I were searching for a means to cure it, though as you can likely tell, we weren't successful."
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"That's hardly a plan," he says, though a small part of him admits that's it's suitably dramatic. The Bull, standing with only the assistance of some sturdy dwarven wall, acting as a barrier between the darkspawn and Dorian. Under normal circumstances, that would be their exact arrangement. In their current predicament, it would practically be a death sentence for the Bull.
Still, it's nice to know that even the Bull is inclined to a few poor ideas, and it helps Dorian to focus.
The offer gives him pause, however, and his expression softens.
"Even if it were clean, I wouldn't take it. I've seen what Blight-sickness does." He presses his lips together, thinks briefly of Felix, pale and weak in bed before Dorian and Alexius made their first breakthrough. "I wouldn't wish it on anyone."
He steels himself and forces himself to continue through the narrow space – and if it gives him an excuse to look forward, to keep himself turned away to hide the unease on his face, more's the better.
"I studied the taint for a while." He works to keep his voice casual, level. He's discussed this with the Inquisitor before, of course, but they had been at Skyhold – quite far away from the threat of sickness. "The effects of it on the living – on humans, at least. My mentor and I were searching for a means to cure it, though as you can likely tell, we weren't successful."