[He watches Zevran spreading his arms, seeing how thin they are, the fragility they held, made even smaller by the large shirt that he wore now. A Crow he had been, but here, Bruce sees now, is just somebody who wants somebody to show him the way. Somebody to tell him what to do. Just like how he wanted it to be.

Bruce wasn't going to give him that way out.]

You were a Crow, but you're here now, in the Inquisition. [His gaze flicks between Zevran and the expanse of sky and mountains around them, this fortress in the middle of nowhere, a beacon of hope to so many now.] You have Alistair, everyone who went to Antiva to bring you back, the elves here--they will be there for you, Zevran.

[It isn't about who is worthy or who isn't worthy. The simple truth of the matter is that Zevran has people who do care for him and that should be enough. With them, and with time, he can rebuild himself to be better than before.]