bastille sentences

No, he wants to say, but he won’t. There’s an ache and an exhaustion that’s set itself into his bones, into his blood, into his very soul and it’s something he can’t forget. Everything is different now, from the routines of his day down to his very dreams, and not a single part of his mind or body is going to let him forget what he is now.

                                      Dead on his feet.
                                      Doomed by the blood in his veins.

Were he any less brave, perhaps it would terrify him. Maybe he’d cry and wail and fight tooth and claw to go back to his old life, but he’s no child. He’ll battle through the life the Maker has seen fit to give him, take his lot and be happy with it. Even if he will be a little jealous that this other Warden is having an easier time of things, finding peace with who and what she is.

                                                              Such a thing feels impossible to him.

               "You forget not all of us grew up travelling.
                 I can imagine this life would feel similar
                 to that of a Dalish elf’s.“