Dorian listens, keeping that stern eye contact and he feels a foreboding sense of familiarity. For a moment, it's not Raylan sitting there with him it's the Inquisitor, talking about taking the weight of the world on their shoulders and doing anything and everything to protect everyone else, no matter the cost. But this time he's not so sure that Raylan can withstand what he's talking about doing. Sure, he doesn't doubt the Marshal has the willpower or the strength, but it's the understanding of what he's going to attempt to do that might undo him. They could talk for hours till he's hoarse from it, trying to teach him, but from someone who's never so much as cast a spell in his entire life, getting a crash course in basic magic would be hard. Pulling off some Blood Magic ritual might destroy him. Or worse. Depending on what the ritual is meant to do, or what Mathias is trying to get them to do for her.
He feels sick in his stomach but he can see the determination, this thing is going to happen with or without him. And he can't in good conscience let that happen. Maybe in the days to come, he could try to talk them out of it or find another way, if he were able to even get up and go to the library or look around for an alternative. But he doesn't know that much about this town or its history, not like Raylan and the other and maybe he should try to trust them on this, for as much as this feels like a trap. They are in this together and he wouldn't feel right sitting back and ignoring it while they went to their deaths. If this were to succeed or fail, he should be there with them to make sure, if anything, maybe they make it out alive. Even if he's sure Mathias would bring them back regardless. They are its only food source.
Dorian closes his eyes, and his hands in his lap tremble as he breathes in deep through his nose and releases a great, slow lung full before making a decision.
"Let me do it." He doesn't know how the Inquisitor does this. But if anyone ANYONE in this town has any kind of chance of making this work, it's him. He's the one with the most knowledge. For as much as he hates to admit it, he has some specialties based in Blood Magic, his father taught him to hate it. But being from Tevinter meant he knew exactly what to do with it if he had wanted to. And there were times, Maker help him, that he had been tempted. At least now, maybe he could do something with it that could protect others. It's unlikely, but if it's going to happen anyway, he may as well be the one to do it.
"Maker take me, I will do it. Whatever you are attempting, whatever this is, I need to know everything you or anyone else knows about this ritual. I need to see what we're working with and at least try to work out what it's for. I am the only one in this town that might have a chance at making this go how we want it to. I don't doubt you have the will for it, the anger, the desire to protect everyone, but without a lick of magical prowess you don't stand a chance." It's harsh but true.
"I think it's a trap. Maybe we will satisfy her for a few days but she'll want more, and this will likely have to be something we have to keep feeding until we figure out another way. It's likely to be putting a bandaid on a lost limb, but... I can't let you do this alone." He hates this. But he trusts them and he wants to do everything in his power to make sure they are safe.
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He feels sick in his stomach but he can see the determination, this thing is going to happen with or without him. And he can't in good conscience let that happen. Maybe in the days to come, he could try to talk them out of it or find another way, if he were able to even get up and go to the library or look around for an alternative. But he doesn't know that much about this town or its history, not like Raylan and the other and maybe he should try to trust them on this, for as much as this feels like a trap. They are in this together and he wouldn't feel right sitting back and ignoring it while they went to their deaths. If this were to succeed or fail, he should be there with them to make sure, if anything, maybe they make it out alive. Even if he's sure Mathias would bring them back regardless. They are its only food source.
Dorian closes his eyes, and his hands in his lap tremble as he breathes in deep through his nose and releases a great, slow lung full before making a decision.
"Let me do it." He doesn't know how the Inquisitor does this. But if anyone ANYONE in this town has any kind of chance of making this work, it's him. He's the one with the most knowledge. For as much as he hates to admit it, he has some specialties based in Blood Magic, his father taught him to hate it. But being from Tevinter meant he knew exactly what to do with it if he had wanted to. And there were times, Maker help him, that he had been tempted. At least now, maybe he could do something with it that could protect others. It's unlikely, but if it's going to happen anyway, he may as well be the one to do it.
"Maker take me, I will do it. Whatever you are attempting, whatever this is, I need to know everything you or anyone else knows about this ritual. I need to see what we're working with and at least try to work out what it's for. I am the only one in this town that might have a chance at making this go how we want it to. I don't doubt you have the will for it, the anger, the desire to protect everyone, but without a lick of magical prowess you don't stand a chance." It's harsh but true.
"I think it's a trap. Maybe we will satisfy her for a few days but she'll want more, and this will likely have to be something we have to keep feeding until we figure out another way. It's likely to be putting a bandaid on a lost limb, but... I can't let you do this alone." He hates this. But he trusts them and he wants to do everything in his power to make sure they are safe.