Fenris looks at Colette with a gaze that's somewhere else; in the back of his mind he's walking out of the slavers' den with his back to Hawke, still feeling Hadriana's heart between his fingers and knowing that he let his promise turn to dust because he couldn't do anything but return anger with anger.
(And that was when the world splintered around him and he landed in this one. Why can't time compression have good timing? Why did it have to wait until he knew the magisters had taken even his own integrity from him?)]
That it does.
[His voice is low and rough. Jealousy. That's what he feels at her words. That whatever has shaped her has still left her with the capacity to forgive. And the bitterness growing on his face? That's just disgust with himself for not being able to hold onto it in the same way.]
Then cherish your freedom, angel-mage, and count yourself fortunate. Not all who bear the stain of magic chose to embrace it so recklessly.
[Disgust with himself, too, for how he's treating Colette now, what he's saying to her, when he knows it may not be so simple.]
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Fenris looks at Colette with a gaze that's somewhere else; in the back of his mind he's walking out of the slavers' den with his back to Hawke, still feeling Hadriana's heart between his fingers and knowing that he let his promise turn to dust because he couldn't do anything but return anger with anger.
(And that was when the world splintered around him and he landed in this one. Why can't time compression have good timing? Why did it have to wait until he knew the magisters had taken even his own integrity from him?)]
That it does.
[His voice is low and rough. Jealousy. That's what he feels at her words. That whatever has shaped her has still left her with the capacity to forgive. And the bitterness growing on his face? That's just disgust with himself for not being able to hold onto it in the same way.]
Then cherish your freedom, angel-mage, and count yourself fortunate. Not all who bear the stain of magic chose to embrace it so recklessly.
[Disgust with himself, too, for how he's treating Colette now, what he's saying to her, when he knows it may not be so simple.]