( Regardless of the reason or the cause, Leliana is much accustomed to the fact that it is she who must take the life. It seems, sometimes, as thought it has always been this way. There are those who are good, honourable and true, and those who have been so long marred by blood and dirt that it is all they will ever know. Dragons bring her little grief or guilt, for all the innocents they could slay, however. It is simply a beast to be felled. )
Sleep will not allow a cart to win any noteworthy distance, ( she calls back, and perhaps it is too sharp. She is not, all told, terribly concerned; better ground can be established later, if it is even necessary.
Leliana reaches for an arrow and finds herself out, and there is no time to regret the lie already spun: ) But we have no choice.
( easier to kill a sleeping beast than one that lashes out freely, no? )
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Sleep will not allow a cart to win any noteworthy distance, ( she calls back, and perhaps it is too sharp. She is not, all told, terribly concerned; better ground can be established later, if it is even necessary.
Leliana reaches for an arrow and finds herself out, and there is no time to regret the lie already spun: ) But we have no choice.
( easier to kill a sleeping beast than one that lashes out freely, no? )