[Varric opted to ignore that, finding it too troubling to really consider. He appreciated the idea of his forgiveness meaning something, but in the face of it, with Anders dead and gone, it seemed meaningless. He had no doubts Hawke had made the right decision -- never once had he doubted her judgement insofar as morality was concerned. Yet still, his heart ached.]

[It was easier to focus on Vanille though, focus on the rage that brewed up inside him. How anyone could see her as a monster, a girl with a sweet demeanor and adorable curls, was beyond him. His body shuddered, and he reared back to look her in the eye.]


You're not a monster, alright. I've met monsters, and you're not like them. You're better than any of us here, I can promise you that.