"It's all right, I won't do that," says Cole. "Most of them won't even see me. But you'll see me. You know my smell now." That is comforting, that at least one person can see him. He misses the Inquisitor, and Varric, and Dorian, and The Iron Bull, and... and...



ẅ̸̬̠͉̩̰̯̬̪̤́̅͛̏́ͤ͂ͧ̀h̶̨̠̟̻͍̩̼͇̠̖̬͇̭͕̞̭͂̾̑̂̀͂͗̎ͤͮ̈́̆̀͐͆̀̀͢a̡̮͚̼̫̫̹̺̙͈͇͖͙̭̙̪̝͊̓͆̑ͣͨ̅͛̓͑͋͗̈̒̆̏̃̚͡ͅt̢̧̛̙̦̱͎̪͈̠̖͖͍̺͓̥̝̼̀̔̆̔́̓ͭ̂̐ͨ͐̇̓ͦ̄̀͜ ̧̢̡̬̟͇̹̤̘̄̾̌̈́̑͂̓̿ͮͭ́͟w͚͇͉̘̩͙̹͔͍̮̝̼̩̝̫̉̇̑̃̓̂̌͒̀́̚͘̕͡á̡̢̝͈͎̼́͛́͐́̈́ͫͨͣ͂ͨ̆ͭ͌͂ͤ͆̕sͭͬͭ̒ͦ̌͆̏ͩ̐͛̆̅̒̑̔͋̾̈͟͡҉̮̟̳͇̹̲̤͕̱̯̤̪͚ ̐̂̄͗͛̔̈̀ͪͦ̚͏̨̦̟̪͉̼̼̪̯̪͉̖͓̝̦͓̯̮̀ͅͅh̸̤͙͓͙́̑ͣ͋ͩͥ͐ͦͭ̐͛̒ͦ͝i̷̵̶̫̤͎̥͔̯͎͊͌ͧ̏͑ͪ̄͆ͮ̿͠s̵̡ͬ͒̌̏͑ͤ̽̚͝͞҉̯͓͖͙̣̮̠̼̤ ̲̝͍̬̪̥̻̈́̐̉̃ͥ͛͂̏̊͒̕͠n̛̻̥͍̗̘͍̰͓͙̯̐͐ͦͬͮ̃̐͆̀ͭ͐͐͜a̵̲̠̪̮̺̠͗̔ͧͪ̌ͭ̀m̸̸̠͇̼̠̺̱͚̫͔̜̩̗̤̺͑̉͗ͮ͠͝͝e̵͊̊̅͆҉̵̡̫̠̳̦̫͙̯̫̫̝̳



They all saw him. But Spike is kinder than he wants Cole to think.

"And you won't leave me behind," he says, and falls into step. "Is it hard to only be able to eat from one place?"