Aug 21, 2019 2:13 PM
Zevran rescues a Sarah
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This.. this is it. She could be finished. She can finally stop fighting.

She stops struggling and stares up at him.

"You need to be quick."

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That...that actually makes Zevran pause. He is not used to his marks begging him to start. He shouldn't question it, should just end her life and have it done with. See if his fellows need any help downstairs. But...

"Why? What happens if I'm not?"

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"I'll take me over, I can't -- if you take too long I can't control it. It'll kill you."

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"What will?" He's pushing it, running out of time. He should just kill her and leave. He's an experienced enough assassin at this point.

What is stopping him?

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"The demon inside me. Destruction. Please, hurry."

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"You're...an abomination?" He's never seen one before, but from the description he imagined they would be more...well. That they would live up to their name.

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"She called it something different. Vessel."

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"I've never heard that term. Most of the time, people make a deal with a demon, demon takes over, abominations are born."

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"There was a ritual. My master --" She closes her eyes and breathes. "Please. Just -- quickly."

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Right.

He draws his dagger, bringing it up to her chest. It will be a clean kill, she won't feel any pain. 

But- he can't. 

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She keeps her eyes closed and waits.

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He lifts his hand from her wrists for one moment. Old bruises, faded but never gone, circle each wrists. He knows them. He has them. 

He puts his dagger back into his scabbard and climbs off her.

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She opens her eyes and stares up at him.

"What are you doing?"

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"I don't know," he answers honestly. He really doesn't give up on assassinations. 

But he can't just...

"We need to get you out of here. How far does the Magister's control last?"

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"I can't leave," she whispers.

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"If you stay, you die."

Most likely by the hand of Crow, he doesn't add.

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She.. she doesn't want to die.

"Where is my master?"

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"Downstairs. Soon to be dead. But I don't want you being used as a Hail Andraste."

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"You don't even know me."

But she stands and moves slightly away from him.

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Zevran lifts his mask, letting it sit on his head. He looks directly into the girl's eyes. "I've been you." 

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Suddenly there's a presence in his mind. 

Back staircase. Behind the door to your left. Leads down into a basement. Grate on the wall beside...something foul smelling. Lets out into the city. I'll cover you. 

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Wildling, you are a force of nature.

He holds his hand out to the girl. "Come. We've got to go now, or we'll get caught."

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Devera stares at him and his outstretched hand.

She can feel her master dying and the monster inside her raging. But she can... can do this. She just has to -- stop caring. And be in control.

So she takes his hand.

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Zevran wraps his hand tightly around hers, and leads her away, following Wildling's instructions. 

He finds the grate, lodged tightly into the wall. He drops the girl's hand to take the bars in both his hand and pull. It begins to move, slowly.

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....she takes a hold of the bars herself and pulls. The grate comes off the wall in a cloud of dust.

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