Asleep? We were dead. But he doesn't need to hear that, and besides, it hadn't been true. They'd been uploaded long before anyone had been killed; none of it had been real, in the end.
She can't see his face, can't pick up on any body language giving away just how hard he's still fighting to keep it together. But she does notice how long it takes him to respond, each second of silence seeming to stretch interminably without any way for her to tell what's taking so long. If he's going to answer at all.
But he does, and she makes herself just concentrate on the words instead of what's wrong with Wash and where are we and where's Varric and am I ever going to see again.
"We were...frozen. Cryostorage. Our consciousnesses were uploaded into...Something. I don't know." She shakes her head. "I wasn't...I wasn't one of the ones who got us all out." She bows her head, in shame. She'd tried, of course, but she'd been dead by then, dead a second time, and there wasn't much she could do.
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She can't see his face, can't pick up on any body language giving away just how hard he's still fighting to keep it together. But she does notice how long it takes him to respond, each second of silence seeming to stretch interminably without any way for her to tell what's taking so long. If he's going to answer at all.
But he does, and she makes herself just concentrate on the words instead of what's wrong with Wash and where are we and where's Varric and am I ever going to see again.
"We were...frozen. Cryostorage. Our consciousnesses were uploaded into...Something. I don't know." She shakes her head. "I wasn't...I wasn't one of the ones who got us all out." She bows her head, in shame. She'd tried, of course, but she'd been dead by then, dead a second time, and there wasn't much she could do.