It's still there, in his voice. Zevran can feel the disappointment, feel the sting it causes, the hurts it draws into being- and resents the whole of it for happening. He shouldn't care. This is not his fight any longer. He has done his part! The Inquisition needs an army, needs politicians, needs some manner of leader in the faith and he is none of these things.
Anyone can do them. He does not need to.
"I have done enough." He doesn't know if he is arguing with Alistair or himself, here. "Twenty five years I lived as someone else ordered. After the blight I swore never again. If I stay? That is all that waits for me here."
Does it mean never seeing Alistair again? Leliana, the rest? His fists clench uselessly in the blanket under him, jaw locked tight. "Life was so much simpler before you made me feel as though I had a conscious."
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Date: 2016-07-05 05:01 am (UTC)Anyone can do them. He does not need to.
"I have done enough." He doesn't know if he is arguing with Alistair or himself, here. "Twenty five years I lived as someone else ordered. After the blight I swore never again. If I stay? That is all that waits for me here."
Does it mean never seeing Alistair again? Leliana, the rest? His fists clench uselessly in the blanket under him, jaw locked tight. "Life was so much simpler before you made me feel as though I had a conscious."