[He stares at the wall a few seconds. His own cheeks are flushing, he knows, the tips of his ears-- it's strong stuff, and he can feel it loosening his tongue, making him more inclined towards both misery and philosophy. It certainly induces honesty.]

. . . I don't know.

[Said surprisingly softly.]

I do not know if I am worthy to be redeemed, or if this was . . . [his mouth twists up, a bitter parody of a smile] inevitable. I have known worse than me, but I have known better, too-- and I have seen what others can excuse, if only they've enough justification.

[Danarius, sure, but he's also thinking of Anders right now: Anders and his devotion, Anders and his manifesto, Anders and a plan that had devastated Kirkwall . . .]

But I suspect regardless of the answer, we shall both be here for a long time to come. Redemption, if it can occur, cannot be easy.