Blood on his hands, after pulling Varania's heart from her chest, and for a moment before the consequences crashed down, all he felt was…
…exhilaration. She was exhilarated by the salt spray on her face, the thrill of victory, the book in her hands, the book she had stolen and chased and lost and all she had to do was betray the one person who had never…
…turned her back on her people. She stared into the empty mirror and remembered the Keeper's face, twisted by the demon she had given home to in order to protect a fool. She was…
…unworthy. He belted on his armor, thinking of his dead family, his vows, the people who would never care who was ruling as long as times were good. To whom did he owe the greater debt? To the Chantry or to…
…his family. Stone forget his name, but his brother did not deserve mercy. Who left his own brother in the Deep Roads to die over a piece of cursed lyrium? He should not regret the feeling of…
…the knife piercing flesh. She should not regret granting someone she loved release from the curse of a slow death by the taint, but there were nights when she woke with tears in her eyes and a sob caught in her throat. She knew that what she had chosen…
…was right. It was right to put his today aside for the sake of the tomorrows of all mages. He had steeled himself, he had hardened his heart, and it had…
…broken and shattered. So many dead. Her sister, her brother, her mother, friends and acquaintances, mages, templars, mothers, husbands, sons and daughters. When she closed her eyes she saw an endless procession of the dead.
I should have done more.