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It was quickly becoming apparent that everyone he was traveling with either had some dark secret buried deep within them or a questionable past they laid bare to all that would somehow rise to the surface and relevancy so over the course of their journey to end the Blight. It made Kirk wonder when, or if, life was ever going to get simpler; it had been chaos, violence and gloom ever since his wedding day and something told him it could only get worse as this civil war continued to threaten any chances of ending the Blight.

Leliana’s secret had hardly been a secret, from the moment he met her she’d displayed combat skills beyond what any normal Chantry sister should have, not to mention all the hints she dropped about not always being a sister and her stories of bards. For an Orlesian Bard she certainly seemed to lack the fabled subtlety and secrecy she suggested they had. He also noticed the woman shooting him small glances in camp and occasionally blushing around him; Maker help him if she was developing feelings for him.

Alistair on the other hand, now there was someone he wouldn’t totally mind developing feelings for him, though he entertained no such fantasy, having known the man long enough to know that while their relationship may look questionably un-platonic on surface that the man knew very much that he liked women and only women. Alistair had also revealed the truth of his lineage upon their arrival to Redcliffe, and it did not bother Kirk as much as Alistair thought it would. Despite the rumours no doubt circulating Denerim, Kirk was not some noble hating psychopath bent on leading an elven revolution; he just killed some sick rapists who happened to nobles, and an estate full of their guards who were all accomplices to the crime as far as he was concerned. It was hardly a betrayal of their friendship, considering no one yet knew of his own past, though tactically speaking, it was a poor decision, but the blonde elf held his tongue.

Zevran had fetishes, stories and a dark past that he was reluctant to speak of, but Kirk had no doubt that like his fetishes and stories it involved leather in some form or another. Though the elf, handsome, but too keen on frivolity for his tastes, would no doubt bring it to the forefront when the time was right and frankly, that the time was not right now was quite a good thing for Kirk. If war, the Blight, and his companion’s pasts were not enough, Kirk was still having a certain unknown uninvited guest intrude into his dreams almost every night, and while not as disturbing as it was initially, it did make him weary when his dreams offered him no rest.

The dream of Vaughan still played heavily on his mind, both the sheer horror of it, and also his body’s reaction to being violated in such a way, yet it had given him a chance to finally confront the reality of what had nearly happened at the Circle Tower. That he was trying to find a positive in a dream about being raped was disconcerting.

Then Wynne spoke to him.

Before his eyes the truth of her condition was laid bare and frankly, given what he had seen at the Circle Tower, it frightened him, yet it did not change who she had been up to this point and who she was right now. She was… he wasn’t sure; she retained her mind and form but still her entire existence was supported by a being of the Fade, brought back from the brink of death, suspended in a not-quite limbo by a spirit’s charity. He trusted her, he honestly did, but he did not trust that which supported her for now; he assured her that he did not think her an abomination but he did not hide his suspicions about the Fade being and that he would watch her for ill-signs. She accepted this graciously and saw it as a wise move; he was glad he was dealing with someone with such self-awareness.

“Does this spirit, the one that keeps you alive, does it have a name?” inquired Kirk, hoping to acquaint himself with what meager information Wynne had on the spirit, so he might know how to deal with it better should the worst come to pass.

“I believe it to be a spirit of Faith, but even of that I’m not entirely sure. I’ve known this spirit… of this spirit since I was young but when it brought me back, that was the first time it had ever revealed itself to me”

“Hold on, what do you mean you’ve known of this spirit since you were a child?”

Wynne sighed with neither fondness nor exasperation, a look of peace settling on her face, this was not a troubling memory for her; it was not a secret memory of blood magic or a spell gone awry, it was a source of comfort.

“Whenever I have been in the Fade, I have always felt its presence, like my personal protector. As I said, it never revealed itself, but I knew it was there, watching me, though for what reason I cannot say.”

Kirk felt his blood run cold as she explained her prior experiences with the spirit; it had been watching her? When she walked and dreamed, it watched her? This spirit, its activities, he knew what she was describing; he wanted to say he felt it too, but where she had found comfort and companionship, he was only finding distress and anxiety.

“Cannot say or will not say?”

“Kirk, I understand the prudence of suspicion in this case, but know that I tell you the truth”

Kirk breathed deeply and closed his eyes nodding slowly, trying to focus his thoughts, trying to make sense of their similar experiences in hugely different circumstances. When his mind had settled somewhat, he opened his eyes and refocus on the aged but powerful mage.

“I know, I’m sorry Wynne, but the whole notion sets me on edge. Thank you for your time, and for sharing, I’m glad you told me this”

Wynne nodded silently as Kirk turned his back and began to walk away he wondered why he did not do the same as she had, and share his own situation with her. Every fibre in his body told him to turn around and talk to her about it, that would be the smart thing to do, but something, some fear he could not place halted the desire every time. Clearly there would be no end to the disruptions in his life, though he could see their current journey slowly coming to a close; Orzammar had its new king; Bhelen, though the Anvil of the Void was destroyed, The Circle tower free from abominations, mages quarantined, and Arl Eamon, though mourning the death of his son, had recovered from his poisoning with aid of the ashes of Andraste.
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