Stage 3
[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.
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.