Stage 3

[unasked_for]

[He doesn't filter this, because he doesn't actually...know how, at least not very well. Besides, who outside his world is going to care? But he probably would, otherwise.]

Some years ago, I was injured fighting on Seheron. A group of qunari rebels took me in, tended to my wounds. They were...admirable, far beyond my limited ability to understand at the time. They taught me things I hadn't realized I was ignorant of. I owed them my life, and far more. Had I been given the chance, I might have stayed with them permanently.

...instead, I killed them all. I slaughtered my saviors on the orders of the man I hate more than any other.

There are many things I will never forgive him for, but that...that is chief among them. And neither will I forgive myself.

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[unasked-for.livejournal.com]

He was my master, and I his slave. I barely understood the concept of disobeying, then.

[evers-hacker.livejournal.com]

... [April's silent for a moment, unsure of what to say. Saying "I'm sorry" would just seem hollow. But he said he "was" his master, so...]

... Um, did you escape from him?

[unasked-for.livejournal.com]

Yes. Immediately after that incident, in fact.

[evers-hacker.livejournal.com]

Ah, that's great! But, being enslaved like that sounded awful.

Then again I can't even imagine what it's like, I doubt I could even stand calling someone master. I mean, enslavement happens so much back home and it makes me sick and- [Wait, why is she saying all that.] Um, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to start ranting like that.

[unasked-for.livejournal.com]

Many slaves know no other life. Your being enslaved as you are, knowing what freedom is, would be quite different from slaves who barely understand the concept. They do not suffer as you would, though it is no less cruel a practice to keep them blissfully ignorant of how they are being abused.