[Honestly, he can appreciate the position; Vincent has a deep empathy for animals, and even for fiends. Monsters, too, are capable of deep emotions. But hey, that's a topic for another day.]
None of us are keen to be anyone's pawn. There are those who are working actively against our captors.
I cannot advise much more; their fields of expertise outpace my own when it comes to technological advancement.
[She glances around, the frowning seeming permanently etched on her face, not at all impressed or amused.] Whatever magic or technology [She says the word like somehow it's gross] it is must have been quite powerful indeed to trap the likes of me. I would be impressed, if it were not so deeply annoying.
[Morrigan rubs her arm as she shifts her weight, looking a bit more concerned for a moment]
And what of anyone who might have been with me at the time? Where might they have ended up?
...I could not give you a definite answer on that. Whoever you might have been with may or may not even be present currently. And wherever arrivals begin changes, so it cannot be predicted.
That isn't meant to discourage you from looking. [But Vincent is also trying to be realistic here.]
[Not the answer she wanted, but hardly anything has been so far. What's one more disappointment.]
Then I suppose I'll have to inspect every cage, just in case. If he isn't here he's at least safe at home. [Possibly safer without Morrigan by his side, actually, and Skyhold was impenetrable. He'd be protected until Morrigan could break out of here.
She's not sure, though, if she'd rather find him or not despite that.]
Ah. Manners still elude me. [SHe eyes him, considering, before continuing] I am Morrigan.
[She pauses, just for a moment. She wants to automatically deny it, wants to scoff and wave him off.
But he's clearly been here longer than her. He did help her out once, after all.
At length she sort of sighs, crossing her arms over her chest]
Very well. I'm looking for a boy, about 11 years old. Brown hair, brown eyes. About this high. [She gestures in comparison to herself] The front of his tunic is an emblem reminiscent of the Gray Wardens. [A pause because he probably doesn't know what that is, so] A griffon, wings spread.
There's a brief pang of empathy in him; Sephiroth is more than capable of looking after himself, but it doesn't mean that Vincent doesn't worry after him anyway. Although he knows nothing of this woman other than her own shapeshifting powers, he's inclined to believe her.
So he nods once, acknowledging.]
Then we'd better get started.
I can't guarantee he's here as I said before, but it would be best to check anyway. When you arrived here, did you receive a device? [He pauses, then takes out his phone to show Morrigan.] Like this one.
A--? [She frowns, patting her clothing down until she finds a pocket with a weight she doesn't recognize. She pulls the device out, holding it out between her thumb and forefinger at arm's length.]
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None of us are keen to be anyone's pawn. There are those who are working actively against our captors.
I cannot advise much more; their fields of expertise outpace my own when it comes to technological advancement.
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[Morrigan rubs her arm as she shifts her weight, looking a bit more concerned for a moment]
And what of anyone who might have been with me at the time? Where might they have ended up?
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...I could not give you a definite answer on that. Whoever you might have been with may or may not even be present currently. And wherever arrivals begin changes, so it cannot be predicted.
That isn't meant to discourage you from looking. [But Vincent is also trying to be realistic here.]
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Then I suppose I'll have to inspect every cage, just in case. If he isn't here he's at least safe at home. [Possibly safer without Morrigan by his side, actually, and Skyhold was impenetrable. He'd be protected until Morrigan could break out of here.
She's not sure, though, if she'd rather find him or not despite that.]
Ah. Manners still elude me. [SHe eyes him, considering, before continuing] I am Morrigan.
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Vincent Valentine.
Would you like assistance in looking?
[If it's a private affair, he gets that too, but he isn't opposed to helping.]
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But he's clearly been here longer than her. He did help her out once, after all.
At length she sort of sighs, crossing her arms over her chest]
Very well. I'm looking for a boy, about 11 years old. Brown hair, brown eyes. About this high. [She gestures in comparison to herself] The front of his tunic is an emblem reminiscent of the Gray Wardens. [A pause because he probably doesn't know what that is, so] A griffon, wings spread.
[Another pause] He is my son, Kieran.
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There's a brief pang of empathy in him; Sephiroth is more than capable of looking after himself, but it doesn't mean that Vincent doesn't worry after him anyway. Although he knows nothing of this woman other than her own shapeshifting powers, he's inclined to believe her.
So he nods once, acknowledging.]
Then we'd better get started.
I can't guarantee he's here as I said before, but it would be best to check anyway. When you arrived here, did you receive a device? [He pauses, then takes out his phone to show Morrigan.] Like this one.
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What is it?