He could feel his fingers twitch, with the bitterness that he felt at the truthfulness of her words. Yet the man did not stop, the only indication that he heard her was in the way his knuckles turned white, as they held the hilt of his sword with even more force before swinging the heavy blade, so that it cut through the air hitting an imaginary target. One that in his mind would always have a face.“I know.” His words came out labored due to his ongoing practice, yet he still did not meet her eyes.
As a boy, he had always been itching for a fight, for battle and all the glory that went along with it. he dreamed of the songs written from his violence - from his rage. But now, after the loss of his brother, after his child being taken from him and placed in a circle. Perses longed for peace, for her safety and for the darkspawn threat to be vanquished. The man no longer sought conflict for the mere sake of bloodied limbs and unadulterated violence. taking a quick breath, Perses looked up, his cold eyes finally meeting the wardens. Putting his blade down, Perses straightened his back and turned to look at her fully. “And I’ll fight beside you if you’ll take me.” He had no real wish to join the Warden but he’d do all he could to keep his daughter safe, even if they were separated.
