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[fairforce]

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[bouchonne]

I suppose that's the question, isn't it. If something is in the Maker's will, then how can human will compare?

[fairforce]

But on the other hand, couldn't you argue that the Maker gave us free will? So our free will is His will. He gave it to us for a reason.

[bouchonne]

Hm.

Okay, new question. Could the Maker make a pork pie so big that even He couldn't eat it all?

[fairforce]

[She laughs.]

No, He couldn't!

[bouchonne]

What! But He is all-powerful.

[fairforce]

Which means that surely His stomach and general digestion are equally powerful?

[bouchonne]

Hmmmmmm.

[ The scratch of something being written down. ]

All right. What questions plague your mind?

[fairforce]

Theologically speaking? Because I've always wondered how far east you can travel before you begin travelling west.

[bouchonne]

Ooh. Do you think that's what would happen? I always assumed that it just kept going.

[fairforce]

But then where does it go? Or end? Unless you mean it goes forever.

[bouchonne]

Yes, exactly. Perhaps it's just ocean forever. Or perhaps eventually you bump up against the Fade. Or perhaps if you go far enough there'll be another land with a completely different set of people with a completely different set of problems. Scaly dragon-people who speak their own version of Trade and are worried about what would happen if Darkspawn reach the giant human slumbering underground and start the next Blight.

[fairforce]

Ooh, but I would like to meet a scaly dragon-person. Can you imagine how thrilling it would be?

[bouchonne]

I can't! I would love it.

[fairforce]

Then it's settled. The two of us will make up a party and go--well, left--until we find the dragon-people. And we'll answer some philosophical questions along the way.

[bouchonne]

If I'd known this was the sort of thing that Seekers sought, I'd have joined the Chantry.

[fairforce]

[She laughs.]

Liar. But it's a very broad word, isn't it. 'Seeker'. It gives a lot of possibilities, far more than most consider.

[bouchonne]

Indeed. Seeker of Truth. There are many forms of truth out there, no?

[fairforce]

I don't know about that. In the end, I think the truth is the truth.

[bouchonne]

Do you really?

[ Interesting. ]

It sounds to me like you should do more blood lotus. There's nothing like it for believing in a completely different plane of reality.

[fairforce]

'Blood lotus'?

[bouchonne]

Lady Seeker.

[fairforce]

You be kind to me! I grew up on a country estate and a small fortress, I didn't hang around with--I don't know, actors and performers and mystics and degenerates and whoever else would be handing out blood lotus!

[bouchonne]

Tell me you've at least smoked elfroot.

[fairforce]

Yes. I have, at least, done that. Once.

[bouchonne]

[ Laughing - ]

You're killing me. Well. Don't quote me on this, but I've heard that disinherited rakes are also the sorts of people who would be handing out blood lotus.