He nods again, but when he breathes out, it shakes more than he'd prefer. Quickly, Alistair turns back to the effects.
"I can still -- " (His voice starts to bend, too, before he forces it back under control.) "I mean, I was exiled before all this started and I wasn't any less of a Warden then. I can still follow my oath. Just not..."
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He nods again, but when he breathes out, it shakes more than he'd prefer. Quickly, Alistair turns back to the effects.
"I can still -- " (His voice starts to bend, too, before he forces it back under control.) "I mean, I was exiled before all this started and I wasn't any less of a Warden then. I can still follow my oath. Just not..."
His throat's tight. It hurts to swallow.
"Damn it."