"It always will be, I think," Krem said speculatively. "I am always a product of my past, as much as I am a prospect of my future. But, I don't see a particular point in pining for my history, I suppose? Tevinter is who and what I am. I always carry that with me. If I could, I suppose, I would go home. Just to see it. But--"

The but sat between them, filled with unspoken things. But Darrow. But everything Dorian and he had left in Thedas. But that Dorian had been abducted by this place, and Krem had not. There was no point in speaking any of those things.