[It makes sense, but it's not the kind of answer he was expecting. To be honest, he's not sure what kind of answer he was expecting.
He pauses, staring down at his hands on his lap, slowly pulling off one of his gloves as he stares down at the markings that run from his wrist to his fingers.]
After my first escape from Danarius I found myself among the company of Fog Warriors. They're native to the jungles of Seheron — the greatness of their land diminished by the constant warring between the Tevinter Imperium and the Qunari. Both battling for control of the land while the natives were left with all the destruction. But they refused to succumb to such a fate and launched guerrilla strikes among fog, silently taking down their occupiers before they were even aware they were being attacked.
[Fenris' tone drips in admiration, and even a fondness as he speaks about the Fog Warriors.]
They educated me on the Qun — the Qunari code of honor, and I found myself in awe of their strength and unwillingness to bow to anyone. I was there for a few months. I was...happy.
[He frowns, hand laying limp on his lap.]
Then Danarius found me. The Fog Warriors stood with me — they would refuse to let him take me. And yet...when he stood there, smiled at me, greeted me as "my pet" and ordered me to kill them...I did it. I killed all of them. As I said before, I felt that it was inevitable. No matter what happened in those few months I was free, my place would be beside my master, and there was no getting around it.
[He pointedly avoids making any eye contact in his retelling, now staring down at the floor.]
It took me staring down at the bodies of those I spent months with for me to finally snap out of it. I attacked Danarius and his men and fled. Danarius survived, of course, and it would not be the last time I saw him. I was angry whenever he sent his men after me. And though there came a time where I was finally done running...part of me was scared I would look upon him and feel that...pull.
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[It makes sense, but it's not the kind of answer he was expecting. To be honest, he's not sure what kind of answer he was expecting.
He pauses, staring down at his hands on his lap, slowly pulling off one of his gloves as he stares down at the markings that run from his wrist to his fingers.]
After my first escape from Danarius I found myself among the company of Fog Warriors. They're native to the jungles of Seheron — the greatness of their land diminished by the constant warring between the Tevinter Imperium and the Qunari. Both battling for control of the land while the natives were left with all the destruction. But they refused to succumb to such a fate and launched guerrilla strikes among fog, silently taking down their occupiers before they were even aware they were being attacked.
[Fenris' tone drips in admiration, and even a fondness as he speaks about the Fog Warriors.]
They educated me on the Qun — the Qunari code of honor, and I found myself in awe of their strength and unwillingness to bow to anyone. I was there for a few months. I was...happy.
[He frowns, hand laying limp on his lap.]
Then Danarius found me. The Fog Warriors stood with me — they would refuse to let him take me. And yet...when he stood there, smiled at me, greeted me as "my pet" and ordered me to kill them...I did it. I killed all of them. As I said before, I felt that it was inevitable. No matter what happened in those few months I was free, my place would be beside my master, and there was no getting around it.
[He pointedly avoids making any eye contact in his retelling, now staring down at the floor.]
It took me staring down at the bodies of those I spent months with for me to finally snap out of it. I attacked Danarius and his men and fled. Danarius survived, of course, and it would not be the last time I saw him. I was angry whenever he sent his men after me. And though there came a time where I was finally done running...part of me was scared I would look upon him and feel that...pull.
And I am afraid to feel it again.