Addai67 wrote...
I've got TC with me at work so I'll take a look again over my lunch break. Or, if someone can find me a quote, I'd appreciate it.
I'm quoting this part because I think it's important. I'll try to find the other in a bit.
"I know they call me Maric the Davior. I don't know who started that. Probably Rowan, come to think of it. She always encouraged the adoration of the people, because she believed it was important."
"I don't know who that is."
"My wife, the Queen." He tried to keep his voice flat. From Duncan's curious glance, he suspected he wasn't very successful.
"She died. Two years ago, now."
"I'm sorry." Duncan said earnestly. "Did you love her?"
"I did. I do." Maric cleared hsi throat, studiously looking ahead.
"There was another woman before, however. An elven woman by the name of Katriel, the very one who led us to the Ortan thaig when I was in the Deep Roads. She saved my life, but when I found out she was a spy and had cost us the battle at West Hill, I killed her. I ran her through."
Maric could feel the lad's speculative look, and was suddenly glad for the dim light as he was sure his color was rising. Why he was suddenly talking about this, he wasn't certain. He had never talked about it to anyone before, not since it happened. Perhaps he was being foolish.
"I 'd heard about that." Duncan said carefully. "Some of it anyway."
"No doubt. Loghain made sure word got out, so everyone knew that justice had been done." he turned and looked at Duncan discrectly. "My point is that it wasn't justice. I was furious and felt betrayed. I felt responsible for all the people who had died because I was the one who trusted her. I couldn't forgive her. I murdered her, and I never regretted anything more in my life."
"Oh."
"We all make mistakes, Duncan. Some of them are going to cost others dearly. What's important is that your intentions were good, and that you learn from what you've done." He attempted a wan smile. "I wish I'd known that a long time ago."