( Like you deserve it, and the only response is that she does, that the shoe fits, that she gets annoyed and rolls her eyes but never says anything because she's the monster people tell children hides under their beds. )

If I say that your dad is an ass would that upset you?

( Low and quiet and mad, actually, angry in a low-key kind of way, a quiet burn that she often puts out of mind but rears up somehow. Is there actually anyone out there who hasn't been screwed over by a parent somehow? Someone who hasn't been hurt by the people who were supposed to protect them? And yet you keep on loving them, sometimes, because you adored them and the adoration and the desire for approval mixes in with the hurt.

Sometimes, anyway. Sometimes. )

I don't think you failed at anything. You have a gift. I mean, I won't lie, it's a big, scary kind of thing, but it's a gift. What you can do is amazing. You're helping change your world, being here. The Inquisition is stronger for you helping. And I mean, I get... that's your dad or Orlais or whatever, but you didn't fail. Bigotry lost you something, not a failure.

( As for the other, she doesn't know the signs or circumstances. She knows hurt and heartbreak, but not specifics. )

You didn't fail. You're human.