( gwenaëlle had never wished to. had, in fact, been stridently against any such teaching; had preferred to actively cosset herself. it had taken her far longer than lexie, and with far more reluctance—dragged unwillingly and backwards into what she's become.
if the time had been spent differently, she might regret it, but it's hard to imagine the past few years taking any other path. hard to see how she would have ended up in the same place, and she'd not part with any of it. )
I never did that, ( she observes. ) In Orlais, before. In Skyhold, even. I never knew violence as anything but what it is.
( and she'd seen enough of it; there is a trace of bitterness in that, of old griefs. cruelty did not come late to her, as everything else—familiarity was what had bred that terror of her own hands. )
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if the time had been spent differently, she might regret it, but it's hard to imagine the past few years taking any other path. hard to see how she would have ended up in the same place, and she'd not part with any of it. )
I never did that, ( she observes. ) In Orlais, before. In Skyhold, even. I never knew violence as anything but what it is.
( and she'd seen enough of it; there is a trace of bitterness in that, of old griefs. cruelty did not come late to her, as everything else—familiarity was what had bred that terror of her own hands. )