All characters and places mentioned except for Darlina belong to Bioware. The song lyrics are copy write Adema's "Trust."
"Let Me Breath"There is little space in the pocket plane for this chase of ours, this dance we initiate every time, yet we go through it just the same. But I must know.
Let me breath.
I finally corner her, this sister of mine. "Talk to be," I demand, my voice booming even as I struggle to quiet it.
"We have nothing to discuss, Sarevok."
I can't even think right now
Some things got me feeling guilty
Hurt you slowly
But so surely
"Yes we do. Darlina, why did you raise me? You know you didn't have to."
"Of course I had to. You blackmailed me." Her voice, full of hatred and loathing, stings more than any blade.
I don't know why
Love you so much
I can't feel
Because I'm lost
I sighed heavily. "That priest's brainwashed your instincts out, I see." I release my grip on her arms, but my strangely powerful gaze keeps her pinned.
"Anomen did nothing but show I can rise above my taint."
"No Child of Bhaal can rise above the blood. Even Imoen."
Not too much matters no more
Is it you, is it me, is it us, or is it trust?
She glares daggers at me. "You know nothing of her!" A lesser man would have stood down, but not I.
"Our sickeningly cheerful sister can't fight it off forever, and once she wavers…" I trail off. Better to let her come up with the answer.
Push you into what I want
Because I'm so goddamn selfish
Left you hanging
Stopped relating
Now, why did you bring me back?" I ask again, as gently as possible.
"Because I felt…" she pauses. "Guilty." Now, there is a startling answer.
I don't know why
Love you so much
I can't feel
Because I'm lost
"Guilty?" I question.
"Tamoko could have helped you. I can help you."
I wince at the dead assassin's name. "Do not speak of her."
Not too much matters no more Is it you, is it me, is it us, or is it trust?
"You will… soil her memory," I grumble, as assurance to myself more than anyone else, including my sister before me. I look to the ground, and Darlina puts a hand on my shoulder. I think it's supposed to be comforting. What would I know of that?
I'm so alone empty and lost
It's easier to let you go
Time will erode the shame and the fault
It's easier to let you go
"I'm sorry." As she walks by, I notice a momentary flicker of an unholy yellow behind her eyes. I smirk slightly.
"So he didn't brainwash you, after all."
Let me breath.