The look that crosses her face causes a sharp pain in his chest. He hurt her, this he can see. He never thought he'd feel guilty for his views on mages, but here he was. Perhaps he would have liked her father, her sister. Perhaps if things had been different...
"Tevinter was full of the bad kind. The good sort tend not to survive there, for very long. Corruption and the power structure there all but encourages them to blood magic and depravity. I...am not used to thinking of mages in any sort of positive light."
Only with fear. Waiting for the next horror they'd put on some slave, to sit back on their chairs and laugh. Like suffering was a form of entertainment to them. It still made his skin crawl, years after escaping that hell. He folds his arms, shifting uncomfortably. He could lie to her, brush her off, but Fenris is always brutally honest.
"I...cannot promise I will be able to take my guard down around them, perhaps I never will," he doesn't trust them, he can't trust them but, but - "...I will try and remember your feelings in the future. I- I do not trust them, but I trust you."
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"Tevinter was full of the bad kind. The good sort tend not to survive there, for very long. Corruption and the power structure there all but encourages them to blood magic and depravity. I...am not used to thinking of mages in any sort of positive light."
Only with fear. Waiting for the next horror they'd put on some slave, to sit back on their chairs and laugh. Like suffering was a form of entertainment to them. It still made his skin crawl, years after escaping that hell. He folds his arms, shifting uncomfortably. He could lie to her, brush her off, but Fenris is always brutally honest.
"I...cannot promise I will be able to take my guard down around them, perhaps I never will," he doesn't trust them, he can't trust them but, but - "...I will try and remember your feelings in the future. I- I do not trust them, but I trust you."