Thess vs the World

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Warden of your choices as s/he stabs the archdemon, sans ritual, and dies. /morbid

So it comes to this.

I wasn’t built to heft a greatsword, but Sten insisted I learn. And Oghren thought it was funny. We had a few laughs, didn’t we?

I knew freedom. I knew friendship. I knew love. Fine, sure, I knew betrayal and horror and loss too, but … I knew life.

No wonder Jowan wanted out so bad. I think I can forgive him, a little, for using me.

The only problem with life is that it’s addictive. There are so many things I’ve done that I never dreamed I’d do, and now all I can think is that I wish I’d done more.

I wish I’d taken Isabela up on that threesome thing.

I wish I could’ve married Alistair, somehow.

Hell, I wish there could have been threesome with Zevran. He was good. I sometimes wish I hadn’t had to choose.

I just … wish there’d been more. And that I could have said ‘I love you’ one last time. To Alistair. To Zevran. To all of them. Because I did. I do. Whatever becomes of me, I always will. I wish them well. Long and happy lives, all of them. Screw the rest of Thedas; that’s what I’m doing this for.

Right. Here goes nothing…