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[Behold. This is not your everyday pleasant, charming, and well-spoken Dorian, noooo -- say hello to your not-so-friendly neighborhood irascible Dorian. He’s not above sarcasm and friendly banter, but short tempered is rare for someone so practical and cordial…and yet.]

So we’re the bad guys, the root of all suffering and evil blah, blah, blah…now where have I heard this tune before? Oh right, partiality as old as the Maker himself…and yet they’re not above lying, manipulating, torture, brutality, and theft [theft gets its own special emphasis for very specific reasons] they don’t kill, they don’t imprison, such unique little snowflakes they are. I’m certainly not seeing any of their own in here for transgressions committed, because they’ve been flawless hosts I suspect. Venhedis kaffan vas.

[He’s so irritated that it’s difficult to tease his sarcasm apart from his true irritation.]

Of course, I could be wrong, the little pack of Savrii that assaulted me unprovoked could have been a fever dream, it’s possible. Not bloody likely. But possible.

[So what’s brought on so much agitation? Well, for anyone who knows the mage, they know he’s something of a drunkard and a drunkard without wine is being forced to dry out. Right now, he’s only agitated…small mercies.]

As an aside has anyone taken stock of all of our resources, they’re still feeding us and supplying us with some things, yes? I need more than that to keep myself occupied -- books, cards, music, writing materials…any-bloody-thing really.

[His voice isn't shaking at all.]

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You won't hear any disapproval from my end, to defend yourself and what's yours is only natural.

[And yes, it probably didn't matter what they did, whether they were good Samaritans or not, they were all going to suffer due to the actions of a few.

Not that Dorian wouldn't make a strong case for the Inquisitor he just...wasn't sure what was going on with the man.

Still he could almost mistake this for a circle in the South: pinned in, under observation, powers restricted, and others trying to tell Dorian he ought not to complain about their treatment.]

It couldn't get worse...well it could, it will for me anyway...probably, but not because of you that much you can be assured of. [He adores you, what can he say.] That...would be appreciated if you don't mind parting with some of those materials.

I compromised my pride. I shouldn't have.

But yes, I can spare some. Luckily the Savrii didn't see an issue with paper and pencils in child-proofing the place.

[It makes passing notes much more helpful.]

Yeah, it could be a lot worse. But having something be worse doesn't mean you should happily accept how it is now. You're allowed to dislike it. I hate the suggestion that we should do otherwise.

Where can I find you?

You did what you thought was right at the time, no one could fault you that.

[Despite the fact that Dorian fully believed it was Kazuhira's right to defend himself and Dorian himself only allowed the Savrii to get away with beating him so much.]

You...are a gem, you know? Unfortunately most of the amusements I had they took when they relieved us of the majoritty of our things.

[Dorian wasn't entirely sure what he was going to do with paper and pencil just yet, but notes, drawings, random nonsense that occured to him.]

Of course not, the reason I fully support complaining in moderation. I've had reason to before, certainly, but now I feel genuinely irritated and violated enough to do so.

[When asked of his whereabouts Dorian looked around him.]

I...wish I had specifics on that, I haven't really felt like leaving my room much so I...don't have a frame of reference for where I am exactly.

I support complaining profusely, but for now, how about we see if we can write you a song.

[He has no guitar, but he can still think in music. It just means he'll have to hum it or people won't understand his voice.]

I think there's a pretty good tradition of singing songs while in captivity, hm.

[Morbid gallows humor, but it'll have to do for now.]

Maybe you can even impress Varric, finally. [He hopes a good damn book comes out of this because Miller will make this escape a good one. Mark him on that.]

That does sound like a good use for writing utensils, especially since I had not thought of anything in particular to write.

[He was going to wing it, really, but fortunately Dorian has a grasp on reading music so that's something he won't fall behind on.]

Really? When mages are locked up in circles I...don't know if they sing, but my understanding is that they amused themselves by finding a use for their robes. Suppose creativity is creativity regardless.

[And here's Dorian talking about how mages get their quickies in their own personal prisons.]

Heh...well if he wasn't impressed by the velvety tones of my voice before...but anything is possible, yes? [Of course Dorian's singing voice is equally as pleasant as his speaking voice.]

[He would be ridiculously impressed, to be honest. But at least Kaz is a man for poetry and speeches, ways to use words.]

[To this day, sometimes he thinks in music. Not as often as he used to, but sometimes.]

That sounds plenty creative to me.

Tell me where you are. It might take me a bit. My leg's not working. But don't worry. I can get along fine.

[He did have his chance to have a real one. Maybe he should make the attempt later. But this time, at least passing off pieces of the prosthetic to use for escape plans would do him some good.]

You're leg hasn't been working? [That serves to give Dorian a moment to pause and think, of course if Dorian couldn't use his magic then they would certainly relieve Kazuhira of his ability to walk because that was...essentially technology yes?

He was torn between telling Kazuhira it was okay and he would suck it up and find the man himself, but fighting that instinct knowing his companion was perfectly capable. There was pride involved, the mage knew that much.]

I'm in my quarters. I'll open the door if that makes it easier?

[He's not familiar enough with their surroundings to simplify things, but he would open his door and wait outside for Kazuhira. Part of him still picturing the man trying to find him.]

I'll talk to you about it when we meet in person. The door would help.

[He'll set out to go find him. And it does take him longer than it normally would, but Kaz remembers how to do this. The loping strides and the careful navigation of raised ledges. He can do it on his own.]

[It's especially useful to know on a construction site.]

[He has plans to get out, high hopes. And concerns for people that are missing. Mutuals that he knows Dorian would be worried about, too. Kaz hasn't seen Nyx since they crossed into the simulation. And now his name isn't even accessible.]

[Given the Savrii's history, Kaz's paranoid mind is filling in blanks with what feels obvious to him.]

[It takes effort, mostly because the mage could hardly find the motivation to move, but he does pull himself out of bed to open the door and because it's Kazuhira he'll even stand there to make himself more obvious.

Now that's love.

Dorian's been so preoccupied with his own internal struggles that much has escaped his notice, including the absence of others, he hasn't exactly been in the frame of mind to do a roll call.

That...and the idea of someone not being present would only distress him further, being on the verge of irritable is such an inconvenience. Of course seeing Kazuhira does go a long way in curing that irritation as it usually does, especially when it appears that he's not the only one having a difficult time of it.

There is an urge, a very strong urge to help the man, to move towards him and slide one arm around his midsection and steadily guide him, but the mage is keenly aware of a little thing called pride. Especially when he was so insistent on the fact that Kazuhira's lost limbs had really taken nothing from him...nothing that mattered anyway.]

Always a sight for sore eyes.

[Miller smiles wanly, though he's pretty sure this is the first time that Dorian's seen, well, nothing below where his calf is cropped short. He has his ill-fitting Savrii loaned clothes and the leg of the slacks pinned up so they don't get in the way.]

[He does have pride, and he navigates well, but he'll always be self-concious about the things as much as he feels like he deserves them.]

You're too kind. [He grunts in response before finding somewhere to sit. He pulls out a relatively clean notebook- actually meant for keeping track of finances, but it's lined uniformly and that's the important part.]

This one is fresh. I put a pen in the spiral. It should be enough to keep you occupied.

What were you planning on doing?

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and because neurology is a special kind of hell, I'm quite late

I'm an epileptic so I can only imagine.