“Are you a god now, Margaux, deciding who is to live and who is to die?” ( oof! )
In the Forests of the Night starters
His eyes were the blue at the heart of a candle, where theflame burned hottest.
His voice held an edge such as she had seldom heard in itbefore. It sometimes seemed as though Sebastian never got angry; she knew it wasn’tentirely true. Ironically, perhaps, it was his own sense of justice outragedwhich was most likely to bring him to anger, just as it was Anders’ also. Thetwo actually had quite a lot in common, if only their views could in any wayoverlap or align. Not that she’d ever say such a thing to either of them, ofcourse.
She bent and wiped her daggers clean on Varnell’s stainedsurcoat, taking a perverse sort of pleasure in sullying the sunburst crest.Other bodies lay around them, those of humans primarily – but the great grey hulksof the Qunari, slaughtered by Varnell and his followers like they were no morethan the beasts such zealots named them, were slumped against the wall in awelter of their own blood.
She rose, still without answering Sebastian, and steppedcloser to those bodies, forcing herself to take in the details of their deaths.The slit throats, the staring eyes; there were pale scratches on the stonyfloors where Qunari claws had dug in and scraped in their death throes.
Hawke and her companions had killed every one of the men andwomen in this room because of this. Because of this wanton slaughter. Were theyany different, in the end, to those who’d wrought the deaths of the capturedQunari?
She had to believe that they were.
Turning back to Sebastian at last, she stood among thebodies of the slain, both those who’d fallen to her blade and those whosedeaths she’d sought in some small way to redress.
“Are you the voice of your god now, Sebastian, to judge myactions?” she asked almost sweetly, echoing him back to himself. “Only my Makermay judge me whole.”