[He stops, mentally cursing himself for saying anything in the first place. It had seemed so natural, had come out without pain or bitterness, for once and... and of course the question would arise.]
She was from Clan Dahlasanor. She got too close to a rift one day, and a shard caught her, in the chest-- it happens sometimes. Anyone can become a Rifter, if they're unlucky enough. So she came to the Inquisition for help; that's why I joined, initially, to be with her. But that thing made her sick, she could never breathe well enough after. It was... Slow.
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[Deep breath, now.]
She died.
[He stops, mentally cursing himself for saying anything in the first place. It had seemed so natural, had come out without pain or bitterness, for once and... and of course the question would arise.]
She was from Clan Dahlasanor. She got too close to a rift one day, and a shard caught her, in the chest-- it happens sometimes. Anyone can become a Rifter, if they're unlucky enough. So she came to the Inquisition for help; that's why I joined, initially, to be with her. But that thing made her sick, she could never breathe well enough after. It was... Slow.