Yeah. Qunari - they were my people - are bred for skills. We're raised by a group of... maker fantastic women, called Tamassrans. They pretty much run everything. But we're raised under the Qun with certain ideals and thoughts, not allowed to branch out or have things we enjoy. Sex is purely by need. Certain age, they skill us up and send us to our job. I was a spy - Ben-Hassrath. I policed an island that's like a crazy ball of cats, constant fighting. Normally they only keep Qunari there for two years at a time, because it's constant fighting and that much battle can make you go a little crazy.
I was there for eight years. Was one of their best agents. But it wasn't living. That was... it. It was years of fighting. Of not being a person. Was more like a Mabari, bred and trained for battle. You deviate? They brain-wash you. Start you over again. You know it, you expect it, it's just one of those things. When I finally lost it, I was too valuable for them to start over. So they let me take a "desk job", became an undercover Merc. Sent them back information, but got to be somebody new.
So I found myself. Got to the point where I realized what I'd been missing all my life. Stopped living under the rule of another thumb, started doing shit for myself. So when you've only had the last ten years to experience life, hell yeah I'm gonna be optimistic. But you do you, Mars. You do you.