Sebastian held the Joining chalice and looked into the expectant faces gathered around him. It was funny how many "for life" titles he had held and left behind – Prince of Starkhaven, Chantry brother, friend of the Champion.
He swirled the vile ichor in the chalice – black and poisonous – and considered that if he lived through this choice, he would have another "for life" title.
This one he would never set aside, if for no other reason than to prove that he was different from the abomination.
He raised the chalice in a toast. "See you on the other side. Slainte."