A/N: And here's the third memory. Also, shout-out to starryskyondragon'sback, whom created the Inquisitor that is featured in this chapter! Thank you so much for your help, for creating Sanzil!

Alright, so I have a VERY important announcement today! In school, we've been starting up culminatings and end of the year projects, and exams are coming up really soon. As such, I'll be taking a bit of a break from updating to prepare for them. Hope you guys don't mind too much :(

Sanzil's bio will be found at the end of the memory, if you're interested.

WARNING: THERE BE SPOILERS

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Age.

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Title: A Sky Full of Compassion

Rating: T

Pairing: Solas/F!Lavellan

Summary: "When love beckons to you, follow him, though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you yield to him, though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you." – Khalil Gibran

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"Vengeance is the act of turning anger in on yourself. On the surface it may be directed at someone else, but it is a sure fire recipe for arresting emotional recovery." – Jane Goldman


X=X=MEMORY 3: VENGEANCE=X=X

Sanzil was never sure what to think of her.

She fought onwards, never stopping, never giving up. He thought that her stubbornness was admirable, but also brash and too aggressive. Contradictorily, she was extremely cautious, careful, suspicious of the Inquisition. She covered her tracks well, too well.

She was strange.

There was an anger to her, a righteous anger that consumed her. She searched for justice, for what, he did not know. She wanted answers, always curious: the apostate was fond of her. That was, truly, all he knew.

The Nightingale would search for answers, but would find nothing. Not even his own contacts could find anything. A mystery with no solution.

Could she be trusted? Unclear, hazy, unsure.

Better safe than sorry.

A plan was created. A vile taste in his mouth as he led them forwards, through a place he couldn't remember the name of. And from the shadows, a single arrow.

A lone arrow, a poisoned tip. Fast-acting, the death of which would be painless if it hit its mark.

It missed, but it hit.

She fell with a scream, the arrow tearing, the poison searing through the vein it entered.

The apostate was devastated as there was nothing that could be done. She was dying. A slow death, the arrow missed her heart. Unbearable pain with no cure, no way to ease the suffering except a quick death, a mercy kill.

She knew the truth however.

The most trusted can betray you, despite the seeking of justice.

Vengeance boiled to the surface.


Created by starryskyondragon'sback

Name: Sanzil Cadash

Race: Dwarf

Class: Rogue (duel wielding)

Personality: Doesn't talk much; serious, but loves jokes; strangely lucky

Characteristics: Tattoos on his back for each person he's killed for his family; spares Blackwall; prefers finding other solutions to problems

Character Description: "He was born out of lies and looks just like his mother. His father never believed in his legitimacy, but he supposes that it worked out for him in the end. Learning to kill or be killed was a lesson well learned, he reasoned.

"His brother hates him with a passion, but he can't bring himself to care. Well, except to watch his back, but even then. His sister disappeared and sometimes he wonders where she might have gone. But then he reminds himself that she's probably better off far away from the rest of them.

"He's not sure what he thinks of his mother. But her death made things worse. It makes him wonder if it would have been better to not grow up with his father.

"He sees his status and title as a small blessing, even if he doesn't believe. It's better this way, easier to get out and break free from his feelings and obligations, from the broken home and the soured relations.

"His lover and the little girl, his daughter he reminds himself, are hidden away where his father can't find them. It's better this way, they would never have been a normal family anyway. The mother tells him that he's free from his obligations to them. She's moved on already, and he should too. He's hesitant, but he understands."

Companions: Ellana (Neutral); Cassandra (Mutual respect); Solas (Friend); Varric (Mutual respect); Sera (Friend); Vivienne (A bit scared of her); Iron Bull (Mutual respect); Blackwall (Before: mutual respect; after: betrayed); Dorian (Neutral); Cole (Mutual fascination)

Advisors: Cullen (Friend); Leliana (Respect and admiration); Josephine (Admires her from afar)