[ Her first instinct is to say it doesn't matter. Who cares? Who cares about her old life, all the lies, the trauma, the dying. She'd tried her best to put it all behind her when Varric had brought her to Thedas. It hadn't worked, in the end, but she'd tried. ]
A long way away. A different world. [ Of course, the mage had already guessed that much. She wrinkles her nose. ]
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A long way away. A different world. [ Of course, the mage had already guessed that much. She wrinkles her nose. ]
It's - hard to explain.