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[ the image appears shaky at first - a sure result of complete ignorance on how to actually handle the blighted device - before it is moving to show an elf eying it with suspicious distaste. ]

I've questions. For those who've been here longer than I. [ he shifts, a subtle frown over his otherwise unreadably solemn expression; his tone is level and steeled, albeit sharp. ] What does this - Initiative expect us to do?

Fight their battles? I do not know what manner of magic - [ there's a twist to his lip that can only mark disgust. ] - they posses that was used to trap us here but -

They cannot win this war of their on their own without forcefully involving others. Yet some of you are quick enough to trust them, to think they will send us all back. Why? [ He sighs, bright olive eyes narrow, harden. ] They seek nothing but power to further their own gains. A situation I have seen far too often where I am from.

What have they made all of you do in your time here, I wonder?

[ There is a pause, then. A break. If he knew how to make a filter - if he knew what that was- he'd be making it right now.

A new expression passes his brows now - reminiscent of pain, though it appears as a flinch. his hand curls into a fist on the table he is sitting at. ] Hawke. I need to speak with you.

[ because pride stops him from openly asking for help he secretly may need. ]

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[ Fenris hates that, which in essence, had made him what he is. It was in Tevinter that he received his lyrium markings. His so called 'power'. It had saved him, perhaps in its own twisted way - allowed him to escape. Allowed him to put an end to the master that had hounded his tracks for years.

But it has also given him hate. At times, it seemed like there was too much of it; a sort of hate that can make one blind, can consume.]

I am someone who has seen first hand what the desire for power can do. What you seem to call a just reign I saw as slavery and sacrifice, driven by blood magic.

[ His lip curls into a near snarl - perhaps 'Fenris' is indeed a fitting name for him. ] So yes, I do 'feel strongly' on this matter.

[ But you won't be getting the details of the story from him. ]

[ And Deathwing can see them both, the rage flowing through his eyes and the marks of lyrium flowing through his skin. One who had seen the worst of humanity and little of its best, which bodes well for his cause. He would be easily twisted, easily turned against it. An easy pawn to acquire.

It would still require effort, however, and not the approach he is currently taking, so he dials himself down to something more humble, more apologetic. ]

I did not know of this. I am sorry for it. Slavery, unnecessary sacrifice, or anything of the sort are not my intentions.

[ Prestor's eyes soften behind the screen. ]

We are shaped by our experiences, for better or worse. It is a shame the world has only shown you its darkest side.

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