Hawke can see the restraint in his features as he walks back and forth.

Killing Hadriana had been the first step to ensuring Fenris’ permanent freedom. The ordeal was much more complicated now, though, once Fenris learned that he had a sibling.

Snapping at Hawke during the aftermath also complicated things. He had spouted, what has magic touched that it doesn’t spoil? Right into the one mage he can actually trust’s face.

He lives with that deep regret.

“This hate never leaves me, and to know that they are the ones who planted it inside of me..” his words trail off, and he turns his cheek away from Hawke.

A brief pause, and his hands ball up into fists at his side.

“I didn’t come here to burden you further,” he sighs. He’s taking steps towards the exit now.