There's so much sitting in the space between them. He's heard as much as he's been allowed to hear of the harrowing trip, the temporal magic that people really need to stop trying to make happen, the disaster that is the future. It was not any of their faults, but to peer into the future, see the unknowable? Surely that's against the will of the Maker.
But the idea that things get dire, he can't help but wonder if it's destined to be that way, or if those on the mission are in fact extremely important to changing their destiny. Or that by knowing, they can avert it? He wants to ask what precisely she saw. Every minute detail. But can he know that? And if he can, would it make a difference if he does?
Malcolm is starting to get the feeling that their conversations will always be thus. Just enough said between them to get the messages across, enough to read between the lines. But a chasm of so much more standing in the way.
(Of course he's already trying to construct counter-strategies in his head. He leaves that, too, unspoken, and latches onto the new topic while still struggling with the idea that even Seekers can be so corrupted, that they are not nearly as safe as they seem.)
"It would not have been my first choice. But if we can make it work, it could be the kind of foothold that the Inquisition's been aching for. We've more and more people arriving by the day, and while Skyhold's perfectly defensible, it's too remote and out of the way to keep this up."
He straightens back up, rubbing his chin. "And if we get there before Corypheus can turn it into a bloody prison camp, all the better for our future."
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But the idea that things get dire, he can't help but wonder if it's destined to be that way, or if those on the mission are in fact extremely important to changing their destiny. Or that by knowing, they can avert it? He wants to ask what precisely she saw. Every minute detail. But can he know that? And if he can, would it make a difference if he does?
Malcolm is starting to get the feeling that their conversations will always be thus. Just enough said between them to get the messages across, enough to read between the lines. But a chasm of so much more standing in the way.
(Of course he's already trying to construct counter-strategies in his head. He leaves that, too, unspoken, and latches onto the new topic while still struggling with the idea that even Seekers can be so corrupted, that they are not nearly as safe as they seem.)
"It would not have been my first choice. But if we can make it work, it could be the kind of foothold that the Inquisition's been aching for. We've more and more people arriving by the day, and while Skyhold's perfectly defensible, it's too remote and out of the way to keep this up."
He straightens back up, rubbing his chin. "And if we get there before Corypheus can turn it into a bloody prison camp, all the better for our future."