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

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[chest_forest]

Not a bad story, and explains some things.

You keep dwelling on it, though, and you're just going to eat yourself alive from the inside out. Not really too healthy.

I'm debating whether or not it's a good idea to tell you something that might make you feel better...

[unasked_for]

I do not 'dwell', Varric. One can regret the past without brooding over it. [He knows that word is going to come up sooner or later.] I...do not think of this often. When I remember the Fog Warriors, I usually think of them alive, and the things I learned from them. They were qunari; they themselves would have it that way. Lingering over the dead is against their own teachings.

...and what could you tell me, Varric?

[chest_forest]

I'm not sure if it's the best idea to say anything, really.

I'm still trying to figure out if, when we ever go back, you'll end up with the old me who doesn't know these things and you won't remember me telling you this...or if it will cause a huge problem.

[unasked_for]

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]

[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]

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]

You could indeed.

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

[unasked_for]

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]

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.