If Korrin didn't have her magic or fear of the Qun ingrained into her by Tal-Vashoth parents, perhaps she would at least be able to see the cold logic of what Araceli was saying. But she does. She's a living, breathing defiance of the Qun, and everything that goes with it will always produce immediate, powerful revulsion. It's who and what she is, it's always been that way and Araceli knows it. The fact that she's well aware and yet says such words anyway is a punch to the gut. Korrin thinks no more of the brandy she brought or the calm evening she was hoping to share with the woman who gave her a mermaid ring, her own jaw at work as she paces away from the desk.
The bitterness fades somewhat from her voice, though now it gains a tremor as she recalls the fear and grief surrounding Araceli's flight a few years ago. Upon finding her, relief more than anything else won out and she's tried her best not to heap more upon her kadan's shoulders despite her own inner pain. In an increasingly terrible world, all Korrin really desires is for them to hold onto each other as long as they can, be each other's safe havens. Hurt takes over and now the words come sliding out, those feelings no longer able to be held back.
"The girl I loved decided to cut her damn hand off and run away without so much as a word. Do you know what that was like? For the longest time, I was going crazy, wondering if you were dead or recaptured by the Venatori, or worse. What happened to two against the world, huh? I've tried to move past it, I really have, but you don't get to throw that in my face and dismiss how I feel about the Qunari.
'Run from the Qun'; those they don't just slaughter or brainwash in the first place, because there's no curing that. Every fucking day, I'm out there in the faintest hope that maybe, just maybe I can make them choke on their own invasion just a little more. It's a damn miracle anyone resisting is still alive; sooner or later, it'll catch up to us, but as long as there's you, I can deal with that. Don't tell me there's nothing left of that girl."
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The bitterness fades somewhat from her voice, though now it gains a tremor as she recalls the fear and grief surrounding Araceli's flight a few years ago. Upon finding her, relief more than anything else won out and she's tried her best not to heap more upon her kadan's shoulders despite her own inner pain. In an increasingly terrible world, all Korrin really desires is for them to hold onto each other as long as they can, be each other's safe havens. Hurt takes over and now the words come sliding out, those feelings no longer able to be held back.
"The girl I loved decided to cut her damn hand off and run away without so much as a word. Do you know what that was like? For the longest time, I was going crazy, wondering if you were dead or recaptured by the Venatori, or worse. What happened to two against the world, huh? I've tried to move past it, I really have, but you don't get to throw that in my face and dismiss how I feel about the Qunari.
'Run from the Qun'; those they don't just slaughter or brainwash in the first place, because there's no curing that. Every fucking day, I'm out there in the faintest hope that maybe, just maybe I can make them choke on their own invasion just a little more. It's a damn miracle anyone resisting is still alive; sooner or later, it'll catch up to us, but as long as there's you, I can deal with that. Don't tell me there's nothing left of that girl."