Eh.

You heard me.

Non, don't mistake me, I thought it wasn't happening at all?

Oh, you were actually going to listen to me on that?

It is not my fault you are sending mixed signals.

Me? You're the one who doesn't make any sense.

Every time I think I know where I stand with you, you do something that changes it.

I thought we were friends, now I wonder if I even matter at all to you.

That's because you make assumptions rather than bothering to get to know me.

Like you have done anything different there.

Of course I have!

It doesn't feel that way.

I ask questions, I listen. If you could only extend the same courtesy to me ...

If I hadn't shown interest in your cause, I doubt we would have made it this far.

I ask questions! Then rather than answer, you change the subject or give answers that don't make sense!

And what do you know of me beyond my cause?

You know less of me than a stranger of my own world does. You don't know what it means to be a Grey Warden, to be a mage.

Oui, I do! It means being born into a life of oppression and confinement and all that goes with those things!

Perhaps I do not answer because it isn't your business to know. Most nations would refuse to answer you at all on what you've asked of me.

Then what am I supposed to ask of you? How can I know you when you won't speak of it?

This is why so few of you know that we exist at all.

You've made it perfectly clear you will judge before asking anyway, so I feel no obligation to answer that question further.

For the Maker's sake, I want to get to know you better, but I cannot do that without asking such things.

And I need to know if I could ever actually get to know you or not.

I'd rather know now than try to obtain something I can never have.

You wish to get to know me? That's news.

I opened myself to you and you threw it in my face. What do you expect?

I am only a man, and I have apologised. I have said I would do what you asked to make amends.

What more would you have of me?

We learn quickly to let go. If you want nothing to do with me at all, I want to know--but, s'il vous plait, don't do that thing...

Ah, that thing where you're angry with me and won't tell me why.

It's silly. Two millennia should have prepared me for "bonjour Francis, I think you're a manwhore. Why is that?"

I'm not angry with you any more. I'm only... tired. I've said that I want to try getting to know you again and I've tried to make amends

but I feel like that isn't enough for you and I don't know what you want from me.

It's enough for me!

it really? You keep bringing it up, and I cannot tell if you are trying to make me feel worse.

I brought it up, monsieur, because you shut me out entirely when I only mean to joke.

You really have less humor than Angleterre and it's frightening.

Justice is not known for taking many things lightly, and with so sensitive a topic...

I do not take those things lightly either, but neither can I afford to have them consume me every moment.

They are part of who I am already. I live this way to survive, and that's enough.

I'm afraid it isn't that simple for me.

There, you're doing it again!

How is any of that simple?!

I- I didn't-

You make it sound and look easy. I didn't mean to say that--

....

(sigh)