[ He seems to almost expect this — somehow, he feels as if there wouldn't be very many versions of himself that escaped the clutches of Tevinter and its magisters. Perhaps that's bleak, but he feels as if his situation was one in a million. At least, as far as multidimensional versions of himself goes...or whatever.]
As I said, there was a time where I did not know better. Slaves don't think of freedom. Only of their master's desires. More often than not...they can't comprehend anything else. [ He shakes his head, words bitter as he drops his spoon into the container. ] Sometimes when we released them...we knew they would go back. To their masters. There was a time when I would do the same.
[ He sighs, glancing up at Wade. ]
It's a good thing Danarius wasn't around. He likely would have ordered your death, and that version of myself would have complied without hesitation. I was little more than a weapon to him.
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[ He seems to almost expect this — somehow, he feels as if there wouldn't be very many versions of himself that escaped the clutches of Tevinter and its magisters. Perhaps that's bleak, but he feels as if his situation was one in a million. At least, as far as multidimensional versions of himself goes...or whatever.]
As I said, there was a time where I did not know better. Slaves don't think of freedom. Only of their master's desires. More often than not...they can't comprehend anything else. [ He shakes his head, words bitter as he drops his spoon into the container. ] Sometimes when we released them...we knew they would go back. To their masters. There was a time when I would do the same.
[ He sighs, glancing up at Wade. ]
It's a good thing Danarius wasn't around. He likely would have ordered your death, and that version of myself would have complied without hesitation. I was little more than a weapon to him.