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"Would that they would test me, would that they would test me, would that they would test me," Cole whispered to himself fervently.
"You okay?" Varric asked uncertainly, one hand extending towards the spirit.
"No. But she can't remember the last time she was."
"What's wrong?"
"He's going to leave me, leave me, leave." Cole said.
"Are you sad?" Varric said, realizing he wasn't fully addressing Cole.
"No, not yet, but I will be. When he is gone, then the pain, then the mourning. For now I am alone in the Truth. Soon I will just be alone." Cole was on his haunches, rocking back and forth.
"What can I do to help?" Varric asked warily, coming to crouch beside his friend.
"We are granules of sand before the crashing wave," Cole said, "I will be so sad, so sad, I don't even know if I will cry - can cry - when the pain so great you cannot even scream, because the physical which defined it cannot quantify the amount you bear. No tears can measure me once it is done. I have cried an ocean for him. And Mythal heard me.”
Varric doesn’t say anything, frozen. Mythal, shit, wasn't that the dragon god lady Twigs was always going on about?
“Deus?” He asks, all pained and confused and shocked.
Cole keeps rocking, "I don't know that I will be able to cry."