Stage 3

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[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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[notlikethemovie.livejournal.com]

I think I'm just going to have to hold out for it at this rate. There isn't much left for me to sacrifice at to the postman. I'd rather keep what little of me there is left.

Elves aren't exactly common where I come from. [More like mythical but she isn't going to say that right now, despite having to almost literally bite her tongue to avoid it.]

[unasked-for.livejournal.com]

A wise choice. There is little I have heard they confiscate that would be considered an even exchange.

Aren't they? Some would consider that a blessing.

[notlikethemovie.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it makes me a bit nervous.

Well, where I'm from, they're a bit of a myth. Legend, really, though some only consider them to be the stuff of stories. I know more than a few people who would probably be ridiculously excited if elves were real. [She huffs softly, embarrassed and faintly amused at the same time.]

[unasked-for.livejournal.com]

...is that so. [There's a faint thread of amusement in his own voice at this.] There is little worth excitement about the elves as we are now, I'm afraid. Perhaps in the old days the Dalish speak of...but now we are peasants and beggars at best, mages or slaves at worst. Hardly the stuff of legends.

[notlikethemovie.livejournal.com]

Still, it's a little exciting.

Besides, I think...that might be a better fate than being little more than a pelt on a wall. The logic sounds a bit messed up when I say it, but I don't know. There aren't many true wolves left in the world where I come from. They're hunted like they're vermin, and where they aren't there's huge fights to make them legal to hunt. It's really upsetting, but with the way things are, those of us who live among the humans aren't in much of a place to do anything about it.

Sorry, I don't know why I can't stop talking tonight, it's probably really annoying, I'm sorry.

Anyway, I guess what I want to say is I wouldn't mind hearing more about it sometime, if you ever want to talk about it. Your world sounds pretty interesting, even if it's not exactly a great place. [She pauses, the silence a little uncomfortable and awkward.] That didn't make much sense at all, did it? Ugh...