[For the first time in this conversation Anders smiles, struck by the comment.]
I apologize for that. There's nothing easy to taking one's life and making of it what they will, what they want, if it goes against what is seen as proper.
[He pushes up a sleeve, showing old scars of shackles around his wrist before letting the cloth fall back over it and the smile fade.]
I escaped my Circle seven times, a fortress on an island in a lake in Ferelden. The scars you'll bear if you do this will be less physical, but no less real. Then again, is there such a thing as a life without scars? What matters is making them worth it.
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I apologize for that. There's nothing easy to taking one's life and making of it what they will, what they want, if it goes against what is seen as proper.
[He pushes up a sleeve, showing old scars of shackles around his wrist before letting the cloth fall back over it and the smile fade.]
I escaped my Circle seven times, a fortress on an island in a lake in Ferelden. The scars you'll bear if you do this will be less physical, but no less real. Then again, is there such a thing as a life without scars? What matters is making them worth it.