“Laris, now that we’re back in camp we need to speak about what happened in Redcliffe.”
Laris sighed and closed his eyes for a moment, then turned to face his fellow Grey warden. He had known that this conversation was going to happen sooner or later, Alistair had been much too quiet during the aftermath of Redcliffe, but the mage had hoped for some time to come to terms with his own actions.
“You were there when it happened, Alistair. You saw exactly the same thing that I did.” Laris said, trying to keep the exhaustion and resentment from his voice.
“I know; I’ve been thinking about it, you killed Conner! You killed that precious little boy. How could you do that?!” Alistair asked, anger in his voice and hostility in his eyes. Laris saw Zevran moving forward, and shook his head slightly to get him to stop.
“Do you honestly think I took enjoyment from it?! I can promise you, that was the last thing I would have felt, Alistair