3rd Floor Common Room, Sunday Morning

[rebelseekspizza]

ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ, ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ

The words had been following Dante around. Sometimes he swore he could catch sight of his own face but with different angles, in the corner of his eyes, in the mirror. It was weird. Too weird even for booze.

So eventually he'd gotten out of bed and stumbled into the common room to get some food. Maybe a change of scenery would stop it from following him around. Except there it was again, conveniently spelled out in fridge magnets in front of him.

ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ, ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ

"What is your problem," he muttered.

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[good_for_six]

"Yeah," Isabela agreed. The vision faded as other Isabela started fighting back against the Qunari. "Did I look old to you?"

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante opened his mouth.

Then he shut it.

Then he opened it.

Then he shut it.

Finally he shot Isabela a look that read, I'm not sure there's a good way to answer that.

[good_for_six]

That was actually remarkably astute of him, just not very helpful. "Not old old, but older."

[rebelseekspizza]

"I guess?" Dante offered, squinting. "Why?"

[good_for_six]

"I don't know," Isabela said. "Just when that happens for stuff I remember I look younger, so who knows."

[rebelseekspizza]

"You think it's the future, or something?" Dante said. He frowned. "Thought there'd at least be a flippy-door car when that happened."

DeLorean, Dante. You meant a DeLorean.

[good_for_six]

Like Isabela knew what that was.

"Maybe? I'm not sure why though, if it's supposed to be a warning,I already know to avoid Qunari"

Ahahahahahaha. Ha.

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante shrugged. "Hey, the walls have been yelling at me about some brother I don't know about all morning," he said. "Who knows?"

[good_for_six]

"Could be a..." Isabela cast about for the word. "...metaphorical brother?"

[rebelseekspizza]

"A what?" Dante asked, after a beat.

[good_for_six]

"You know like whoever that is is in the Chantry, or one of those people the school sticks you with, or who just calls people that despite not being related to them."

[rebelseekspizza]

"Like a cult, maybe?" Dante said, frowning.

Couldn't see himself getting involved with a cult.

[good_for_six]

"You seem too sensible to get involved in a cult."

But then, so had Hari.

And she was going to take another drink from her bottle and ignore the form of her mother appearing on other end of the couch and clucking her tongue at her, she didn't get to judge her life choices any more.

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante looked past her and frowned at that vision of her mother. "Yeah, I'd like to think so," he said absently.

[good_for_six]

"I mean you'd never suddenly decide slavery wasn't slavery if you called it a code," Isabela said as she continued completely ignoring her mother.

"Naishe, sweeting, the Qun isn't slavery, I've told you this."

Completely ignoring.

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante's eyes darted from the woman to Isabela and back again, as he weighed the pros and cons of bringing it up.

The cons far outweighed the pros.

"Nah, slavery's slavery," he said, "The rest is just talking bullshit."

[good_for_six]

Wise choice, Dante, wise choice.

"Exactly, anyone who tells themselves otherwise is a fool."

Hari sighed, loudly and pointedly. "Must you be do difficult, girl?"

"It's poor conwoman who lets herself get conned." You know, totally still talking to Dante there, yeah.

[rebelseekspizza]

"You're a child, not a conwoman; best do what your mother tells you to."

Dante's head jerked up, though he already knew what old bat he was going to find. "Oh, fuck no," he said. "You're dead."

[good_for_six]

"She chose to stop being my mother," Isabela snapped, finally giving up the pretence of ignoring Hari, then paused. "...wait, who said that?"

[rebelseekspizza]

An old woman, dressed like a nun, her features hawkish-- she stood behind the couch, looking at both Dante and Isabela with calculating, hungry eyes.

Rebellion came into existence with a shimmer and barely a thought on Dante's part. "You stay out of this," he snarled.

Not at Isabela.

[good_for_six]

Oooh, pretty sword, was Isabela's first thought. Her second was to shift her grip on her bottle so she'd be able to swing it like a club and try to figure out how quickly she could get to the knife in her boot.

"There aren't any mad Chantry sisters under the Qun," was Hari's helpful suggestion.

[rebelseekspizza]

"Don't know what a Chantry is," Dante said, gripping Rebellion by the hilt and drawing it, "But she's nobody's sister."

[good_for_six]

"You don't have to tell me twice," Isabela said, straightening up off the couch.

If he thought this woman was trouble that was good enough for her.

[rebelseekspizza]

The nun sighed. "Such a pity you're such a brat," she said. "You could have been quite a bite..."

Dante lunged forward, but she vanished in front of him.

[good_for_six]

Isabela looked around the room warily, but even Hari was gone. "Not a friend of yours I take it?"