More choices that were not his own. He never would have drank from the Well, despite his heritage. The risk of giving up his agency had been too high. In the end, that had been his greatest fear and watching Morrigan be controlled by her mother had proven it to be the right choice for him. He sighed a bit and looked down at the ruined arm.

"They say," he said after a moment and his tone is so carefully constructed. It's the same stoic tone he had when they spoke about the Fade. "That people here comes from different timelines, different versions of the same place. I had thought it madness until this moment."

Maybe the City was providing him a lesson. Then, after a moment, he quickly covered up his healed wound and took a step back from Dorian, giving him space. "I apologize for insulting your friend, Magister Pavus. I won't do it again. For now, I should help you find someone who can better explain the cities workings."

It was so strange to close himself off from someone who had almost had every little bit of him.