Korrin lowers the bottle, recoiling at mention of the Qunari and alliances. If Araceli was looking for a reaction, she's getting one. She's learned to let plenty of things slide, but the Qunari are an increasingly sore subject, even more than they were five years ago. Though she doesn't shout, Korrin's tone grows tense and bitter. She's not going to bother to hide how personal this is for her.
"...you can't be serious. The Qunari don't do true alliances; not now, not ever. Even if they could take out Corypheus -and I fucking doubt it, because they wouldn't have wasted any time- they would still take the opportunity to oh-so-helpfully impose the Qun on everyone in the process. Sure, they'd take down a darkspawn magister and his cronies, but you know what they do to people who resist. You know what they'd do to people like me; would you have me bound and stitched up? Mom, Dad, Tama...they tried to escape that shit, and you know it caught up to them in the end, cost them their lives or their sanity." No, they had to be dead. Please, Maker, let them be dead. "They'd crush everyone in their path and brainwash them with qamek so they don't even remember anything else. It's no better to be a blank-minded, drooling slave. Once the Inquisition helped get them what they wanted, they'd turn on everyone and you fucking know it."
Thinking about the horror that her family must have experienced, knowing that their worst fears had returned to haunt them, Korrin looks away with tears in her eyes. She's barely talked about any of them since the invasion, haunted by their loss. Conversations about them are almost always too painful, but i's fair to say that they've been the motivation behind every strike that she's made against the Qunari.
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"...you can't be serious. The Qunari don't do true alliances; not now, not ever. Even if they could take out Corypheus -and I fucking doubt it, because they wouldn't have wasted any time- they would still take the opportunity to oh-so-helpfully impose the Qun on everyone in the process. Sure, they'd take down a darkspawn magister and his cronies, but you know what they do to people who resist. You know what they'd do to people like me; would you have me bound and stitched up? Mom, Dad, Tama...they tried to escape that shit, and you know it caught up to them in the end, cost them their lives or their sanity." No, they had to be dead. Please, Maker, let them be dead. "They'd crush everyone in their path and brainwash them with qamek so they don't even remember anything else. It's no better to be a blank-minded, drooling slave. Once the Inquisition helped get them what they wanted, they'd turn on everyone and you fucking know it."
Thinking about the horror that her family must have experienced, knowing that their worst fears had returned to haunt them, Korrin looks away with tears in her eyes. She's barely talked about any of them since the invasion, haunted by their loss. Conversations about them are almost always too painful, but i's fair to say that they've been the motivation behind every strike that she's made against the Qunari.