"Something like that," Felix replies after a moment of thought. It was hard to fully explain, but he wants to try. He wants her to know how he feels about this, and wants to feel comfortable talking about it with her. He wants that level of connection with her.

"You know, before I left for university I..." He pauses, and for a moment he feels real shame over this. "I didn't see what was so wrong about slavery. As long as the slaves were well cared for, I thought it better than poverty. But then I went to Orlais and lived in a place where people could openly speak about the desire for freedom, and it made me rethink a lot about my life. When I returned home, it seemed to be everywhere. I was sick, though, unable to do anything of value to end the way things were. Are. The way they still are."

He presses his lips together in thought. "And now I am here, reminded that I did nothing to end the crimes of my homeland."