He'd more than earned my respect and my trust...but this isn't about me is it?
[Fiona gave Zevran the suspicious side-eye, perhaps that was something she'd wrangle out of him given the situation he put her in.]
When I was a little girl I had a cat...well he wasn't mine, he was a stray, my family was well off enough in the alienage that he could feed our family, but no more. I, however, would cut my own portion in half...the meat portion anyway...I ate a lot of vegetables and grains during that time. Anyway, every night kitty and I would meet at the same time and the same place, a bit romantic, no? I would give him my portion of meat and he was my friend in return...I can still remember how he purred sitting in my lap and how we would just lie there looking at the moon and stars...I liked to think that we were both imagining a better place out there, with those distant, glimmering lights. Then one day he stopped coming, but I went back to our spot every night...and he never came. I had to stop once a beggar attacked me for the meat I would bring...I thought to myself "kitty must have climbed the wall between the alienage and the better side of town, he'll be happier there, there will be fat mice and plenty of discarded scraps." After my time spent with Comte Dorian, and the loss of my family, I realized the truth about life is far uglier...that kitty was probably eaten by the very beggar who attacked me that night...
...and as much as I would like to believe that Maric is out there walking with the stars, having grand adventures away from the throne that had caused him pain...that's what my heart tells me...all the time. My head on the other hand knows that the world is too cruel for such precious hope, to believe in rumors only to be disappointed.
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[Fiona gave Zevran the suspicious side-eye, perhaps that was something she'd wrangle out of him given the situation he put her in.]
When I was a little girl I had a cat...well he wasn't mine, he was a stray, my family was well off enough in the alienage that he could feed our family, but no more. I, however, would cut my own portion in half...the meat portion anyway...I ate a lot of vegetables and grains during that time. Anyway, every night kitty and I would meet at the same time and the same place, a bit romantic, no? I would give him my portion of meat and he was my friend in return...I can still remember how he purred sitting in my lap and how we would just lie there looking at the moon and stars...I liked to think that we were both imagining a better place out there, with those distant, glimmering lights. Then one day he stopped coming, but I went back to our spot every night...and he never came. I had to stop once a beggar attacked me for the meat I would bring...I thought to myself "kitty must have climbed the wall between the alienage and the better side of town, he'll be happier there, there will be fat mice and plenty of discarded scraps." After my time spent with Comte Dorian, and the loss of my family, I realized the truth about life is far uglier...that kitty was probably eaten by the very beggar who attacked me that night...
...and as much as I would like to believe that Maric is out there walking with the stars, having grand adventures away from the throne that had caused him pain...that's what my heart tells me...all the time. My head on the other hand knows that the world is too cruel for such precious hope, to believe in rumors only to be disappointed.