The Left Hand was once a Lay Sister with a vision and a song in her heart.
[ A terribly romantic picture- and he teased her about the vision endlessly- but a vision none the less. They'd both been younger, brighter- though of the two he cannot help but think he has found himself at the better end of bitterness; less resigned and dutiful and more viciously determined.
What Leliana has made herself- she has done out of faith. While he has no means of understanding such a drive- he has ever known her faith to guide her and guide her well. ]
And yet here a Shadow stands, basking in the work you have done. [ She knows what the Crows call him, now. What Antiva murmurs of in the blackest, bleakest corners. ] You do what you must. You always have- and there has never been shame in it, nor dishonor in acting out of faith.
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[ A terribly romantic picture- and he teased her about the vision endlessly- but a vision none the less. They'd both been younger, brighter- though of the two he cannot help but think he has found himself at the better end of bitterness; less resigned and dutiful and more viciously determined.
What Leliana has made herself- she has done out of faith. While he has no means of understanding such a drive- he has ever known her faith to guide her and guide her well. ]
And yet here a Shadow stands, basking in the work you have done. [ She knows what the Crows call him, now. What Antiva murmurs of in the blackest, bleakest corners. ] You do what you must. You always have- and there has never been shame in it, nor dishonor in acting out of faith.