[It no longer exists. It has not existed for at least two days. But still he scoured Hadriel, and tried contacting Dorian's Thedas friends. All to no avail. The truth is undeniable.]
[But it is also much more than that. Maketh puts on her coat and heads over immediately. She does, however, take a bottle of whiskey with her. Just in case.
[Henry opens the door for Maketh, then heads straight back to his sofa, where he sits down. His expression matches his tone of voice; his gaze is heavy, and the corners of his mouth tug downwards.]
Drink not for solace -- unless it be with company. [It seems that has a similar idea to Maketh, albeit an unopened bottle of gascon wine.] I shall just place this aside.
[He moves the wine out of the way. Whiskey is much more fitting, all things considered. Not that he intends to drink heavily.]
[Maketh sets the whiskey down on the table without a word, then goes to fetch glasses. She doesn't know how to do this sort of thing, not really. It's been years since she mourned the passing of a friend - though it's not like Dorian is dead, exactly. Just...gone. She lays out the glasses, then joins Henry on the couch. It feels right to lean against him, offering her presence as support if he wants it.] Itani and her brother had a toast they gave to the fallen. Would you like to hear it?
[It's not the same, of course, but it's something.]
[Henry appreciates both gestures: the physical closeness, the small piece of herself. Maketh's presence is the true comfort. He is not alone so long as she is here. He shifts minutely, a very slight angling towards her that does not dislodge her from his side.]
[Maketh leans forward to take her glass, raising it high, and then settles back against his side. She supposes this isn't very different than mourning a death - it is a passing, after all. And if Dorian is lucky, he won't come back to the madness of Hadriel.] Indeed.
A little. Tevinter. He called it a land of history and culture, but also one if dark magic and decadence. He lived in self- imposed exile, however, so I pressed him not. In his mirror he had returned there. For the time being, as I understood it, he belonged to that Inquisition -- as seem to all of these others from his Thedas.
[Henry looks down at his hand gripping his glass in brooding silence for a short moment, then abruptly says:]
In truth, we were newly friends. I knew Dorian not all that well. But. [He pauses, then in a low voice confesses:] I liked him. I liked him in a way that I do not usually like people. Easily, I suppose. I... wanted to know him better.
[Truthfully, Maketh doesn't know many of the people from Thedas. She had a conversation once with Cole that had left her shaken and sad in the aftermath, and once spoke with the Inquisitor herself - but those encounters had been brief. Quiet.
She drinks slowly.] It's hard for you to trust others.
[She doesn't blame Henry for that. It's simply a fact.]
He seemed a good man, from what little I knew of him. Perhaps...perhaps his mirror showed a bit of the truth.
[Henry scoffs derisively at Maketh's first comment -- though it is directed at himself rather than her. He cannot abide self-delusion. His lack of trust is a flaw of his, and one that should be fixed. It is a slow struggle.]
He was, without question. That was clear from our first meeting.
[Henry lifts his gaze and looks back to Maketh, shaking off some of his melancholy. She is right, of course.]
'Tis hardly his end.
[Just the end for them. But that, ultimately, is bearable, because he knows that Dorian is alive and has a future.]
No. But that doesn't mean you can't miss him. [Perhaps it's better for Dorian, in the long run. He had plans for his home - ambitions and hopes of his own. That much Maketh understands. She liked Dorian, for what little they spoke. His honestly, the way he'd smiled so easily. Rare talents in any world.
Maketh finishes her glass with a sigh.] Would you go home right now, if you could?
I would be tempted. [He says slowly, with blunt honesty. It would be a temptation like no other. Even now, there is homesickness in his voice at the thought.] But I honour my vows. No sooner than when we have wrested control of the Door, vanquished our enemies, and hold the city undisputed shall I depart by choice.
[That is how he defines their victorious 'until the end'. A foundation set for Maketh's mirror vision. He is no knight at all if he leaves before then by his own decision.]
[Even when she posed the question, it had been more idle speculation. Maketh nearly drops her glass when she hears the answer, staring at Henry in astonishment.
Perhaps it's unwarranted. He is a knight, after all, and such folk are bond by their word. But---
Well. Maketh hardly expected him to stay, if there was a chance to return home.
But he'll stay. Because of the oath he made with her.
She sets her glass down with some finality. The weight of that decision is clear to her now.] You are truly one of a kind, Henry Percy. And I am honored to have you at my side. To whatever end.
[Henry is initially puzzled by Maketh's astonishment. Then he huffs sharply, when it occurs to him why she reacts that way. Yet his affront quickly softens into a fond exasperation -- by now he is more than aware there is a culture difference between them.
Despite his overarching mood, he gives Maketh a wry half-smile.]
The end that we determine.
[That he fully means. They should have confidence that they can achieve their goals.
...Still, Henry cannot let her outburst go without remark. After a moment to acknowledge the sincerity of her words and the mutual honour, he gives comment.]
Try not to suggest that my promises are trifling.
[There is a biting edge to his tease, but it's obviously just teasing by the way that he simultaneously nudges her.]
[Maketh gives him a little smile, leaning against his side. She likes that she can do that here, that Henry is here at all. Someone who trusts her without hesitation, who believes sincerely in their cause.] Never. Sometimes I just forget how different our worlds are. That's all.
'Tis a wonder how little that difference truly matters.
[Maketh is important to him regardless of that distance. Even with the miscommunication it occasionally brings.]
If you were to vanish--
[No loss will ever match the pain of Iamarl's, save for Edward's, but Henry knows with sudden acuteness that he would grieve her. He closes his eyes, his grip on his glass tightening. Her weight and radiating warmth are somehow soothing.]
[Maketh puts her hand on his wrist and squeezes tight. She can't hope to match him in strength of arms, but it's something. Proof of her presence at his side.
Right here, right now - this is what matters.] I won't.
[She rests her head against his shoulder.] And I...I don't think I could, even if we had a choice in the matter. I'm dead on Lothal. This is home now.
[Henry opens his eyes again. He did not know that she was dead in her world. How one comes to terms with that is difficult to imagine. But then, he is very much bound to his land.]
That would explain your mirror.
[Henry looks at her hand on his wrist, then turns his head to watch her on his shoulder.]
Is it? [He asks with a measure of hesitation, somewhat dubious, and concerned that this is all she has.] Feel this like a home to you?
[She's kept it in a drawer in her room, wrapped up in a scarf for safe keeping. Sometimes Maketh takes it out and looks at it, wondering if she'd be allowed to see such things. If it was even possible. But there is always that hope.
She shakes her head slowly.] Not...not really. Or at least not yet. But it could be.
[Maketh smiles a little.] Lilith said I should come to her world when this is done. Be a vault hunter like her. Perhaps I'll do that. See another world.
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When?
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You've checked Hope's temple, then?
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[It no longer exists. It has not existed for at least two days. But still he scoured Hadriel, and tried contacting Dorian's Thedas friends. All to no avail. The truth is undeniable.]
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I'm sorry, Henry.
Should...do you want me to come over?
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[Well, this. He trails off, leaving that unsaid.]
Please do.
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She knocks on the door gently.]
Henry?
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Drink not for solace -- unless it be with company. [It seems that has a similar idea to Maketh, albeit an unopened bottle of gascon wine.] I shall just place this aside.
[He moves the wine out of the way. Whiskey is much more fitting, all things considered. Not that he intends to drink heavily.]
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[It's not the same, of course, but it's something.]
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I would.
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[Perhaps it was a contradiction. But it had given her comfort once, hearing it murmured around a ring of pilots all in black.]
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He wonders if his prayers for Iamarl's soul reach her.
Henry opens up the whiskey and pours for them both. He raises his glass, and drinks to her toast.
Perhaps it is enough to still think of them after they are departed.]
Fine sentiments, both.
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[She drinks.] Did he tell you of his home?
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[Henry looks down at his hand gripping his glass in brooding silence for a short moment, then abruptly says:]
In truth, we were newly friends. I knew Dorian not all that well. But. [He pauses, then in a low voice confesses:] I liked him. I liked him in a way that I do not usually like people. Easily, I suppose. I... wanted to know him better.
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She drinks slowly.] It's hard for you to trust others.
[She doesn't blame Henry for that. It's simply a fact.]
He seemed a good man, from what little I knew of him. Perhaps...perhaps his mirror showed a bit of the truth.
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He was, without question. That was clear from our first meeting.
[Henry lifts his gaze and looks back to Maketh, shaking off some of his melancholy. She is right, of course.]
'Tis hardly his end.
[Just the end for them. But that, ultimately, is bearable, because he knows that Dorian is alive and has a future.]
Godspeed to him.
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Maketh finishes her glass with a sigh.] Would you go home right now, if you could?
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Henry sips his drink, weighing her question.]
I would be tempted. [He says slowly, with blunt honesty. It would be a temptation like no other. Even now, there is homesickness in his voice at the thought.] But I honour my vows. No sooner than when we have wrested control of the Door, vanquished our enemies, and hold the city undisputed shall I depart by choice.
[That is how he defines their victorious 'until the end'. A foundation set for Maketh's mirror vision. He is no knight at all if he leaves before then by his own decision.]
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Perhaps it's unwarranted. He is a knight, after all, and such folk are bond by their word. But---
Well. Maketh hardly expected him to stay, if there was a chance to return home.
But he'll stay. Because of the oath he made with her.
She sets her glass down with some finality. The weight of that decision is clear to her now.] You are truly one of a kind, Henry Percy. And I am honored to have you at my side. To whatever end.
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Despite his overarching mood, he gives Maketh a wry half-smile.]
The end that we determine.
[That he fully means. They should have confidence that they can achieve their goals.
...Still, Henry cannot let her outburst go without remark. After a moment to acknowledge the sincerity of her words and the mutual honour, he gives comment.]
Try not to suggest that my promises are trifling.
[There is a biting edge to his tease, but it's obviously just teasing by the way that he simultaneously nudges her.]
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[Maketh is important to him regardless of that distance. Even with the miscommunication it occasionally brings.]
If you were to vanish--
[No loss will ever match the pain of Iamarl's, save for Edward's, but Henry knows with sudden acuteness that he would grieve her. He closes his eyes, his grip on his glass tightening. Her weight and radiating warmth are somehow soothing.]
Do not.
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Right here, right now - this is what matters.] I won't.
[She rests her head against his shoulder.] And I...I don't think I could, even if we had a choice in the matter. I'm dead on Lothal. This is home now.
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[Henry opens his eyes again. He did not know that she was dead in her world. How one comes to terms with that is difficult to imagine. But then, he is very much bound to his land.]
That would explain your mirror.
[Henry looks at her hand on his wrist, then turns his head to watch her on his shoulder.]
Is it? [He asks with a measure of hesitation, somewhat dubious, and concerned that this is all she has.] Feel this like a home to you?
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[She's kept it in a drawer in her room, wrapped up in a scarf for safe keeping. Sometimes Maketh takes it out and looks at it, wondering if she'd be allowed to see such things. If it was even possible. But there is always that hope.
She shakes her head slowly.] Not...not really. Or at least not yet. But it could be.
[Maketh smiles a little.] Lilith said I should come to her world when this is done. Be a vault hunter like her. Perhaps I'll do that. See another world.
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let's just handwave the details of play
sounds good!