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One regret - Anora x Loghain
zevranes replied to your post: it’s 11pm, I’m not ready to go to sleep yet but...
anora/loghain, regret :’(
Loghain is no stranger to regrets. No man ever goes to his grave without a few, but it seems he will go to his bundled with an entire army of them. Fitting, for a soldier.
Never look back. It’s when you stop that regrets catch up with you and drown you in guilt and despair. And Loghain never stopped going forward, since the day Maric came stumbling into their camp to the fight that had decided upon the fate of Ferelden. It’s a relief, really, to finally stop, considering how dreadfully wrong things have become.
Regrets are excuses for people who have failed. When one has come as far as he has, there is no turning back. A man must answer for his actions, or he is no man at all. The mistakes of the past are the judges of the future, and Loghain knows his judge is there at last.
Oddly, he’s grateful he doesn’t have to run anymore. It’s with relief he welcomes death now. He can see it dancing in front of him, wearing the face of the elven Warden he tried so hard to catch. Alistair, it turned out, wasn’t the true threat to his daughter’s rule. He would laugh if he could, but the blood leaking from his mouth makes him choke and spit. It’s the puppeteer he ought to look for, and now Anora will have to face the consequences of his miscalculations.
Anora. She’s right there, desperately pleading for mercy, letting go of her carefully crafted façade. But whatever words she might use, whatever hopes she might have, he knows it’s too late. Not an ounce of pity can be seen in the eyes of his victor. They burn with the bright fire of hatred, and he can read his death written there as surely as any words inked to paper.
Slowly, he turns to his daughter. The bright yellow of her golden hair and the deep ocean of her blue eyes will be the last things he will ever see. Will she pay, too, for his shortcomings?
When the sword comes down, before the steel eats at his throat, Loghain knows the only regret he brings to the earth is the uncertainty of his daughter’s fate.
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