Varric's stories get bigger too. But he picks the parts that get lost. Sorted and chosen, all the sharp edges left out so they hurt the least. He didn't say where they went or why. What it smelled like when there was one face and another body. The taste of ash. He tastes it too much.
Thank you.
People he wants to love him don't. It feels like something broken and he's the pieces missing so it can't be glued. So he turns and tries to hide where it splinters. But he showed you.