Final Trial...?

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[With their investigation of Blaze Dudely's ship complete and still none of the Flavortown robots in sight, the surviving Champions amd their counselor have a little time to come together and share their findings. The communal living area of the pirate ship seems like the best place for that.

They may want to be wary though. There's still no sight nor sound of Blaze Dudely or his robots anywhere.]

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[thecounselor]

For once, what is best for my patients.

[empathiser]

[He's quiet for a moment.]

... You're doing a lot better than my last psychiatrist, if that's the case. [That's the most backhanded compliment ever, really. But it's sincere, in its way.]

Try and be as frustratingly tenacious as he [is? was?] is. It'd be a sour note if you went and got yourself killed after all that.

[thecounselor]

I am capable of being quite tenacious.

[That's almost a half-smile.]

...But. [His hand hovers over his pocket again, and then he looks down and pulls something out.] Speaking of my patients.

I would like to ask one favor of you.

[empathiser]

[Will holds out a hand, almost automatically to take it from him. What's he got?]

A favour? What sort of favour?

[thecounselor]

[He's not showing it yet. He's a man who never shows his hand until the last second.]

The man in that video - one of the survivors of Season Three, the one with green eyes. Whether or not he remembers me or remembers her-

[He puts a pair of dog tags in Will's hand.]

Agent Connecticut went to quite a lot of trouble to find the information stored on these. I would like you to make sure that this information gets to him. She would have wanted him to have it.

[empathiser]

[He takes a moment to look at the video screen again - the man with the green eyes.

And then he tightens his grip on the dog tags, with a nod.]

All right. I'll keep it safe as long as I need to.

[Provided they run into those survivors, but... he doesn't plan on letting these get into the wrong hands. He takes a look at them, before clipping them around his neck. No safer place for a pair of dog tags.]

[thecounselor]

[When he takes a look at them, he will see that they are in fact. Agent Connecticut's dog tags.]

Thank you. His name is Leonard Church. And tell him... He deserved better.

[Because that...was definitely a man standing in that video, and it's not like he hasn't seen an AI shoved forcibly to take over the consciousness of a human being BEFORE but... Somehow, that made it feel less like an AI.]

[empathiser]

[... He almost feels like he should give these to Varric, honestly. But if the data on here is as important as Price has said, he's going to stick to his word.]

Sure. If we're going after the network, I suspect our paths will cross eventually. I'll let him know.

[thecounselor]

[They can go to Varric after Church is done with them, but the dwarf could barely figure out a simple intraship communication terminal and this is fragile data.]

Good luck, Agent Graham.

[empathiser]

[Fair enough. He won't give the precious data to the fantasy RPG dwarf.]

Same to you, Doctor Price.