Imenry knew that her words left a trail of sorrow that was not her own, that Brennan shared her pain. She knew that his mother was dead, that others he loved were dead too. She was not the only one who had lost. She drew away from him tugging her hands through her damp hair. "I don't die Brennan. I kill. I've been working as a mercenary. I take jobs across Ferelden. Some are just guarding shipments... some are orders to kill dangerous criminals. I've helped to take down at least three blood mages. They were bad at least, but was it because they were forced to become that way by this society?"
She sucked in a breath, turning to cross back to the bed. "I killed.. a little girl yesterday." She frowned down at the plain blue covering on the bed, not really seeing it, or anything in front of her. "She was sick or something, poisoned by Darkspawn blood. The knight, Nerys, said she was a ghoul, that she couldn't be saved. But what kind of person have I become when I can cut down an innocent child?"
She stared out the window into the evening sky. "I could become just like those people who destroyed our home. Just killing whoever I am told to kill. I have tried to keep people away. I didn't want any friends. I didn't want to... care about people. I didn't want to know that someone else could hurt me by dying." Brennan was different from her. He'd always seemed to feel more deeply, to make friends more easily. She hoped that had served him well in this world where they would never truly belong.