Hah, that makes it FAR easier for sure.
Warden: We are friends, Zevran. I was glad to do it.
Zevran: You say that so quickly, and yet it is an odd thing for me to hear. (moved)
Zevran: In the Crows, we do not have "friends," and yet here you are and I cannot help but consider you such. (awkward -- he does not know how to act)
Warden (female): I consider you a friend, as well.
Zevran: Then allow me to say this. (sincere)
Zevran: What we are doing here... stopping the Blight. I can not think of anything I have ever done which is so worthy. (sincere, from a man who is rarely sincere ever)
Zevran: I intend to see this through to the end with you. After all... someone must take responsibility for preventing your untimely death. A suitable task for a friend, yes? (sincere, from a man who is rarely sincere ever)
Warden: You don't need to die either, you know.
Zevran: Oh, I'm not going to die. It's always the Grey Wardens that die. Did you not read stories as a child? The hero always dies. (teasing)
Zevran:Unless the hero has a trusty sidekick with him. Then... hmmm. Then the sidekick dies, instead. (sudden realization -- deadpan)
Zevran: I knew there was a catch. This friendship business is for the birds, I see. (dubious -- but he's joking, really)
Warden: I think of you as more than a friend.
Zevran: I... must admit that I have thought of you in the same way. I simply had no idea you might... feel the same. (surprised)
Zevran: How very novel. (amused)
Zevran: Well, now that that moment's over with, shall we return to the road? (cheerful)
Edit: And yes, I'm glad my work days are behind me! *grin*
Modifié par ejoslin, 15 mars 2010 - 09:03 .