...you were willing to share with me. I feel as if I ought to share with you.
[ He smiles a bit weakly, but he's confident enough. ]
When I was a young child, my father and my stepmother and their retinue - I was prince, my father king of Faerghus - traveled to a region called Duscur on a diplomatic mission. For reasons that... I still don't entirely understand, we were attacked. My father and step-mother were assassinated and the entire party wiped out... except for me.
[ He says this in a quiet, low voice. ]
For some reason, I survived, surrounded by their bodies. And I have had to carry the weight of that ever since. For a long time I thought that I was guilty of something for having lived. I heard the voices of the dead speak to me, demanding vengeance. At times... maybe I saw them, too. For the longest time I pretended everything was fine. That I could continue. I got... worse before I become better.
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[ He smiles a bit weakly, but he's confident enough. ]
When I was a young child, my father and my stepmother and their retinue - I was prince, my father king of Faerghus - traveled to a region called Duscur on a diplomatic mission. For reasons that... I still don't entirely understand, we were attacked. My father and step-mother were assassinated and the entire party wiped out... except for me.
[ He says this in a quiet, low voice. ]
For some reason, I survived, surrounded by their bodies. And I have had to carry the weight of that ever since. For a long time I thought that I was guilty of something for having lived. I heard the voices of the dead speak to me, demanding vengeance. At times... maybe I saw them, too. For the longest time I pretended everything was fine. That I could continue. I got... worse before I become better.