Funny that it took this long for it to happen. It’s not the first time someone in Thedas has questioned his humanity, but it’s the first time it’s happened inside the Gallows — typically everyone here is so accustomed to rifters by now — and it shakes a surprised, bitter laugh loose from him.

“Yes, it’s a real irony, going grey when I’m only two and a half years old. I’m the most precocious toddler you’ll ever meet.”

Strange’s voice is arch, made even more biting from that small flicker of irritation. Most days, he’s able to push the existential anxiety down and not be reminded of it quite so bluntly. He hates being reminded of it.

“Am I the first rifter you’ve ever met?”