"The only one I am haunting is my son, it seems." The boy had taken up with Alistair or- well. What Kestrels were left, whoever wasn't him. Not that Zevran can blame him for the resentment. He'd been there, he'd been gone, and explaining such things to a child is impossible.

It's impossible to explain to adults as well. He has a difficult time wrapping his mind around it. "...You've been taking care of him, have you not?"