The smile disappeared as she spoke, the sadness pulling at the curl of his lip, making it disappear. He couldn't quite look at her. Could hear the reproach, even if she didn't say it. Had heard it enough times before.
"I know, Beleth," He murmured. "I did try. But Arlathan..." His voice trailed off, thoughtfully, and he looked down at the ground, picking up a stick to fiddle with so that his hands had something to do while he tried to figure out what to say.
"It isn't enough, what we do. How could we ever bring back anything without learning as much as we can? Thedas... this world is so big, Beleth. It's bigger than anyone can possibly fit into their heads. There's more out there than we ever see, from our Aravels. And I know I'm supposed to - I know I'm supposed to make myself fit. Take the shape that works best for me, for the clan. Creators, but I know that. But every time I try to force myself into a shape, a limb sticks out."
He poked the stick into the ground, tracing aimless patterns in the dirt.
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"I know, Beleth," He murmured. "I did try. But Arlathan..." His voice trailed off, thoughtfully, and he looked down at the ground, picking up a stick to fiddle with so that his hands had something to do while he tried to figure out what to say.
"It isn't enough, what we do. How could we ever bring back anything without learning as much as we can? Thedas... this world is so big, Beleth. It's bigger than anyone can possibly fit into their heads. There's more out there than we ever see, from our Aravels. And I know I'm supposed to - I know I'm supposed to make myself fit. Take the shape that works best for me, for the clan. Creators, but I know that. But every time I try to force myself into a shape, a limb sticks out."
He poked the stick into the ground, tracing aimless patterns in the dirt.
"I know it doesn't make sense. I'm sorry."