“I’m sorry, Cole, but with your gift, I fear that you will see the path I now must walk in solitude forever. This fate is mine alone. Indeed, I would not wish it on an enemy, much less someone that I once cared for. Though you reach out in compassion, I must now insist that you forget. I-I'm...Wha-What were we talking about? I'm ready to help people when you are.”
Once
Once, the only certainty I knew was your hand on the small of my back, the quickening of my pulse as lips brushed belly and breast, your soft, regular breathing as you dreamt beside me: I was yours.
Once, I believed we would walk all the paths of this world and the other together and I was unafraid because you were mine.
Then I heard you say in another’s voice: once and since, have known nothing.
-A crumpled, ink-smudged missive found in a locked box thought to belong to Inquisitor Lavellan
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