Dead, unmourned, remembered as a cautionary tale – a warning that commoners could not be trusted, that only the bluest of blood deserved titles.
“Father?”
Dead, redeemed, his last act slicing deeply into a mighty dragon’s neck. His death once more an inspiration to those he had come from, the commoners.
“Father…”
Alive, with accented Orlesian falling from his lips, battling Darkspawn and, for the first time in his life, researching. Reading. Bettering his mind.
“Father! It’s time.”
Loghain snapped back to himself, looking at his daughter with a small smile. “I’m sorry, my dear. I had strange dreams last night.”
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Oh man, this wonderful. As in
Kahvi
Oh man, this wonderful. As in, the writing is, but the implications are chilling in the best way...!
Hah, there are so many of these I want to write follow-ups to, but I need just the right idea...
Thank you! I was trying to
Roadsterguy
Thank you! I was trying to imply that he was reminiscing before Cailan and Anora's wedding, but I couldn't fit that in. :p