[It's a very honest answer. Sharing a little also means a little more of Karl is out there in the world, too. A little less gone. And, it occurs to him, Myr sworn to secrecy on what he's been told also protects from educated guesses being told to the wrong people.
His voice is little more than a whisper.]
He was... He was a Senior Enchanter in Kinloch Hold, when I met him. One of my teachers. And the kindest person I'd ever met. He had a rule against sleeping with his students. But I've never been one for following the rules. I seduced him.
And then we broke the biggest rule of being mages. We fell in love.
[That alone will answer a lot, he feels, but it leaves out the cruelties visited upon Karl and therefore it's not enough.]
For a long time we managed to keep things hidden. But the Templars found out. And they took him. Here. To here, the Gallows.
[He pauses, taking a breath. It's time to skim a lot, because he's not going to go into Justice and leaving the Wardens and all of that mess. It isn't needed for the story to be clear.]
Years later, when I was conscripted, we started exchanging smuggled letters. But there were, there were a lot of Templars who were angry that I hadn't died for my seventh escape. Who were angry that the Templars who had captured me were dead and blamed me for it despite their deaths clearly being at Darkspawn hands.
They intercepted a letter. Or found it. I don't know which. It doesn't matter. They set a trap for me, helped me seem to plan with him a way to get him out and into the relative freedom I enjoyed.
[And now anger starts to enter his voice, and he gets a little louder.]
Only when I went to get him he was Tranquil. They destroyed him, the sweet, patient man he was, the man who had obeyed his entire life in those horrible places, to get revenge for the survival of a nobody, as if it was some personal affront that I made it out.
[He's furious by the time he wraps up there, and takes a few seconds to catch his breath before he offers up the other part of an answer he gave Myrobalan ages ago:]
no subject
His voice is little more than a whisper.]
He was... He was a Senior Enchanter in Kinloch Hold, when I met him. One of my teachers. And the kindest person I'd ever met. He had a rule against sleeping with his students. But I've never been one for following the rules. I seduced him.
And then we broke the biggest rule of being mages. We fell in love.
[That alone will answer a lot, he feels, but it leaves out the cruelties visited upon Karl and therefore it's not enough.]
For a long time we managed to keep things hidden. But the Templars found out. And they took him. Here. To here, the Gallows.
[He pauses, taking a breath. It's time to skim a lot, because he's not going to go into Justice and leaving the Wardens and all of that mess. It isn't needed for the story to be clear.]
Years later, when I was conscripted, we started exchanging smuggled letters. But there were, there were a lot of Templars who were angry that I hadn't died for my seventh escape. Who were angry that the Templars who had captured me were dead and blamed me for it despite their deaths clearly being at Darkspawn hands.
They intercepted a letter. Or found it. I don't know which. It doesn't matter. They set a trap for me, helped me seem to plan with him a way to get him out and into the relative freedom I enjoyed.
[And now anger starts to enter his voice, and he gets a little louder.]
Only when I went to get him he was Tranquil. They destroyed him, the sweet, patient man he was, the man who had obeyed his entire life in those horrible places, to get revenge for the survival of a nobody, as if it was some personal affront that I made it out.
[He's furious by the time he wraps up there, and takes a few seconds to catch his breath before he offers up the other part of an answer he gave Myrobalan ages ago:]
He breathed his last in the Chantry.