Morrigan: So he has chosen you. You think this is a triumph? Look at him... look at him and know that you will never truly have him.
Leliana: Jealousy, Morrigan. Tsk, tsk... it is not becoming--
Morrigan: You mock me, but when he is in your arms, in
your bed, telling you he loves you, know that there will be moments when
he is thinking of me.
Leliana: Andraste forgive me, but you, Morrigan, are a ****. A cruel, cruel ****, and you will get your comeuppance.
Morrigan: Perhaps. But even so, you know in you heart that I am right.
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Morrigan: The way you look at him so intently, so hungrily... one would think you have never seen a man before.
Leliana: Where I look is not your concern.
Morrigan: It is almost as though you wish he would feel your gaze upon him and notice you.
Morrigan: And maybe he does notice you, but what does he see? A girl, skinny like a boy, with wild, ragged hair.
Leliana: What is your point, Morrigan? That I am not attractive?
Leliana: I do not need to make disparaging remarks about other women to make myself feel better. I know who I am.
Leliana: You say that I am the one who tries to be noticed, when it is you. He has ignored your advances, hasn't he?
Leliana: Perhaps it's time you stop projecting your own troubles on someone else.
Sounds pretty jealous to me....
Modifié par csfteeeer, 28 septembre 2011 - 01:19 .