[ He thinks that he's landed a blow when the image shifts and no blithe quip is forthcoming. It should be satisfying. It is in a way. But more than triumph or satisfaction, Fenris feels a baffling sense of weariness. It has no place within him now, but before he can analyze it, the absent comeback arrives and he bristles all over again. ]
No. [ It's spoken through clenched teeth. ] We aren't.
[ And perhaps they could have been. Fenris isn't blind to that. They both were so violently opposed to slavery. They both abhorred blood magic. If Anders hadn't been such a champion of mage rights, they might have discovered more common ground than they realized.
The fault of Justice? Anders' weakness? Fenris' blinding rage? Hawke's cruelty and negligence? He doesn't know and that just makes him angrier.
His voice drops to a hiss. ]
After a lifetime as a magister's slave, I find it difficult to get close to an abomination.
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No. [ It's spoken through clenched teeth. ] We aren't.
[ And perhaps they could have been. Fenris isn't blind to that. They both were so violently opposed to slavery. They both abhorred blood magic. If Anders hadn't been such a champion of mage rights, they might have discovered more common ground than they realized.
The fault of Justice? Anders' weakness? Fenris' blinding rage? Hawke's cruelty and negligence? He doesn't know and that just makes him angrier.
His voice drops to a hiss. ]
After a lifetime as a magister's slave, I find it difficult to get close to an abomination.