[There's a small, quiet laugh from Bruce - though its more dry than amused, and Bruce gives a small nod of agreement and understanding.]
I know better than to talk to elves about elves. [Its not like he knows a lot about them, only the basics and some things he heard in his years across Thedas. But enough to know that elves were a very sore subject for--well, elves. Which was funny in a sad, morbid way.
He listens to the rest of Morrigan's words, hearing what she says the things she doesn't say that he can pick up. There's not much he knows of her beyond her involvement with the Hero of Ferelden during the Fifth Blight ten years back, but as he's come to realize very quickly, her and everyone else in there were more than just figures of some epic story. They were people, too, with their own pasts and their own difficulties.]
Yeah. [He says eventually, fully comprehending. No matter how far he runs or how he hides, the ghosts of his pasts will always follow him, haunting. The sins will always be on his shoulders, the nightmares always in his head, the rage forever boiling underneath his skin.
He'll never be free, no matter what he does or tries.]
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I know better than to talk to elves about elves. [Its not like he knows a lot about them, only the basics and some things he heard in his years across Thedas. But enough to know that elves were a very sore subject for--well, elves. Which was funny in a sad, morbid way.
He listens to the rest of Morrigan's words, hearing what she says the things she doesn't say that he can pick up. There's not much he knows of her beyond her involvement with the Hero of Ferelden during the Fifth Blight ten years back, but as he's come to realize very quickly, her and everyone else in there were more than just figures of some epic story. They were people, too, with their own pasts and their own difficulties.]
Yeah. [He says eventually, fully comprehending. No matter how far he runs or how he hides, the ghosts of his pasts will always follow him, haunting. The sins will always be on his shoulders, the nightmares always in his head, the rage forever boiling underneath his skin.
He'll never be free, no matter what he does or tries.]