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@prodigum, leliana & elethea - fear does not work as long as there is hope.

LIPS PART, THEN CLOSE IN THE SAME SECOND — hesitation, tactful restraint; then a touch of condescending bemusement that turns the corners of her mouth. half - frown, half - smile & a glance away that is almost a roll of her eyes. what hope is there? even elethea could hardly see it. it had been fear, not hope that had kept her alive thus far. fear and anger. any hope she had dared to harbor had been swiftly cut down & stamped out at every turn. other such vitriolic cynicism sits on her tongue, bitterly acidic and swiftly swallowed. it is an endearingly naive sentence bred from the same mind that believed a dream to be a message from the maker. but she cannot doubt the existence of hope — not when she is meant to be the one they look to for guidance & inspiration. if the leader of their doughty, hopeless band of misfits did not have hope in their cause, then why should any of they? "you sound so sure, leliana," a vague hand gestures to the sorry scene before them, the tension which hung over the city so thick one could choke on it. she had never seen denerim so still. "but fear has been the stronger force thus far."