"Carver, may I ask you something?"
The younger sibling sighed. "If you must Aveline, go ahead."
Aveline slowed her pace as they exited the Wounded Coast, putting some distance between them and Hawke and Varric. "Your sister; I've never seen her fight like that. Normally she sits back and lets us handle the dirty work, protecting us. But today..."
"Today she seems like a ruthless killer?" Aveline nodded, and Carver stopped walking completely. He watched as his sister stopped to cut some herbs. "You can never tell her I told you," Carver warned Aveline. "It'll mean both our heads if she finds out, but I am worried about this and it's the only reason I'd tell you."
Aveline moved in closer. "You know you can trust me better than that dwarf."
Carver ran his hand through his hair, clearly uncomfortable. "Back in Lothering, my sister had fallen for someone; the boy of a farmer. For months they were inseparable." He stole a glance at Hawke to make sure she didn't hear him. "Then one day one of them showed up and killed the boy, his family, and several other farmers and their children."
Aveline shook her head. "I remember Wesley told me about him; the one the Revered Mother left in the cage outside the town."
Carver nodded. "My sister was a mess after that, nearly inconsolable. I think they were secretly engaged, though she never admitted it. A lot has happened since, but I don't think she's ever spent the time to really get over his death."
Aveline began walking again. "She has a habit of that doesn't she," she commented.
He didn't appreciate the statement. "No, maybe she can't get over it as quickly as you got over your husband."
Aveline scowled at him. "How close I hold my memories is my own business."
"Then give her the same courtesy," Carver said as he stormed off.
Dearest Father,
Revenge doesn't taste quite as good as I had hoped. We met a dwarf named Javaris that asked for our assistance in clearing out some renegade Qunari along the Wounded Coast. Oh how I jumped at the chance to slash those gray skinned bastards, I didn't even care why! Something to do with some explosive they use I think...really I didn't care in the least. Carver insisted on coming along; I guess he thought he was going to do the dirty work for me.
Not this time little brother.
Father, I enjoyed it. I am frightened at how much I enjoyed it. But every one that we came across reminded me of what was taken from me, for reasons I still don't understand. Carver tried to tell me that it was wrong to have so much hate for them when it was the actions of only one that killed Jeremy. But that's not true.
After talking to their Arishok it was clear; they all have their "role," some "purpose," as if none of them can think for themselves. Any one of them could've come across Lothering and would've done the exact same thing for whatever reason. I don't see any logic to their reasoning behind what they do. As Varric says, the more they talk the less I understand. I will never understand the need to wipe out entire families with your bare hands. Those people did nothing to the Qunari!
Their Arishok threatened the city, though not in so many words. Said we are all living in chaos and filth. He can shove his discipline and order; they all better stay out of my way. I would've attacked him right there if he wasn't so intimidating! I don't like them being in the city. It's probably best I stay away from the docks as much as possible.
When we left the compound, a Chantry Sister wandered up to me and said, "Maker turn his gaze on you child." The timing was a bit creepy, and I immediately wanted to find Sebastian to discuss it with him. I'm certain he'd see it as some Divine reminder that my hate for the Qunari is wrong. But then I remembered my last encounter with Sebastian. Oh Father I know I shouldn't admit these things to you, but for the first time since Jeremy my stomach fills with butterflies at the thought of the Prince. Unfortunately I think he's avoiding me.
As a side note, remind me to tell you later about the elf I met claiming that werewolves were real.