I'm not sure I want to ask what you're implying. [If only because he knows that saying it aloud will make whatever's said unavoidable, in some sense.] I wouldn't expect anyone to sit placidly by while being threatened with torture.
Such tactics are as pointless as they are barbaric; no reasonable person would condone them, I'm sure.
[That's as close to an 'I'll back you up' as Obi-Wan is willing to go, at least outright.]
Is there such cause for concern? I can return to Skyhold, if I'm more needed there.
No need for implications; I will state it plainly. I am concerned the... novelty of what the Quendi are is wearing thin. Two years, five; it matters little. We are too different from what they know.
We will become inconvenient.
[ it's something. ]
Nothing. All is well. I have seen some unexpected cruelties. I do not like leaving these sorts of things to the last moment.
I suppose it's a blind-spot of mine. I come from a place with so diverse a population... I forget.
[There's bigotry enough, in the Galaxy far, far away, but rarely is it so systemic, or so inescapable; the sky is too wide, and too full of wealthy and powerful alien worlds for anything like Thedas' blanket hatred to flower. Or, so Obi-Wan thinks.
Realizing that he's let the silence go on for too long, Obi-Wan inhales, but can only offer a formless hm, of tentative agreement.]
voice ;
Such tactics are as pointless as they are barbaric; no reasonable person would condone them, I'm sure.
[That's as close to an 'I'll back you up' as Obi-Wan is willing to go, at least outright.]
Is there such cause for concern? I can return to Skyhold, if I'm more needed there.
voice ;
We will become inconvenient.
[ it's something. ]
Nothing. All is well. I have seen some unexpected cruelties. I do not like leaving these sorts of things to the last moment.
voice ;
[There's bigotry enough, in the Galaxy far, far away, but rarely is it so systemic, or so inescapable; the sky is too wide, and too full of wealthy and powerful alien worlds for anything like Thedas' blanket hatred to flower. Or, so Obi-Wan thinks.
Realizing that he's let the silence go on for too long, Obi-Wan inhales, but can only offer a formless hm, of tentative agreement.]
Prudent of you.