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.

Comments

[unasked-for.livejournal.com]

I...don't know. But unless your words have the power to change the past, then what benefit they could offer me is hardly worth risking. If they could cause problems, better to leave them unsaid.

[chest-forest.livejournal.com]

[Varric really wants to tell him. He thinks it at least might make him feel just a bit better about bringing all of this up. The worry about the dangers, however, outweighs his desire to be helpful.]

Yea, they aren't going to change anything. I suppose it would be the best idea.

You should come by the tavern more often to unwind. Being that uptight all the time is likely pretty tiring.

[unasked-for.livejournal.com]

I take it you spend most of your time there? [There's a brief pause.] Perhaps I will. I could use a drink. Perhaps many of them.

[chest-forest.livejournal.com]

You could indeed.

I'll be sure to grant you a bottomless supply of them. What are friends for, after all?

[unasked-for.livejournal.com]

Drink and stories, it would seem. [Fenris sounds almost more amused than broody now, Varric! Will wonders never cease.] There are worse things, certainly.

[chest-forest.livejournal.com]

I don't know, I've heard here and there that there aren't many things worse than my drunken tales.

I just think they felt a little emasculated at my ability to drink them under the table.