[She could almost laugh; what was pretty in her life? What did she grow up with - a mother who used men until nothing was left, looking to Morrigan to do the same as she grew into her body. Who used her as bait for Templars who met lock her up at best, kill her at worst? A woman who sent her to bed with tales that chilled her to the bone?

The knowledge that everything in her life was to ready her for the day she was to be possessed? What in her life wasn't ugly until she stepped free of that swamp beneath a Blight-darkened sky?]

I have not flinched from that, and I will not leave her alone. Not now. She has been alone too long. If this...if the worst comes to pass? I will be there and she shan't be alone. I am strong enough for that.