[ Nadia scoffs quietly, helping him down the stairs, heedless of any looks they might be getting, the Inquisitor helping her commander - sans armor, even! - to the infirmary.
It doesn't matter. She would do the same for any of the Inquisition's agents. ]
You're not old. Whoever it was just happened to get lucky before they died.
[ She didn't have to be there to know that much. ]
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It doesn't matter. She would do the same for any of the Inquisition's agents. ]
You're not old. Whoever it was just happened to get lucky before they died.
[ She didn't have to be there to know that much. ]