fragile minds

Chip smiled softly, as he hugged her tight. It's hard to take a life, yeah? She was sitting here, another member of Clan Rajmael. And he couldn't help but wonder if there were others; how many had ended up in a similar situation to Shaerana? He'd stopped looking too soon... He listened quietly, while she talked.

And finally, he responded: I think that they were not victims; you weep for them, so it isn't something you enjoyed doing. It was something you had to do, to escape, survive. To find your way to this beach. Idealistic. Possibly. But he's killed more than once to protect the clan.

And he'd kill again, to protect the clan.

It wasn't something he enjoyed. It wasn't something he wanted to do. But he'd always put the clan before himself. As a Keeper should. He squeezed her shoulder, Sometimes, surviving is the cost. It's not easy, living with ghosts, is it? He mused, settling his gaze towards the sky as she spoke about what she was robbed of.

Hmm. As long as there's a heart in your chest, and air in your lungs, I think there's a chance for new cards. She was settling against him, and he hummed. Don't discount the life that you want, just yet, Shae. The world's different, now. He meant on the level of existence; elves were regaining immortality, magic flowed freely... mages were treated as equal in most parts of Thedas.

I think so. I'll introduce you to someone who might be able to help. He promised, quietly. Now, no more tears. Not tonight.