'M sorry, you...you're a handsome bloke y'know? [Kit has more going for him than handsome but since when was he trained on what you're meant to say when someone parts ways with someone? You pick them up. You don't tell them they've got a great personality. (You probably should. It'd work wonders.)

The thing is that it's not easy to pull himself away from Kit. It'd be easy to just stay where he is. Maybe not the easiest thing to just go along with accepting things he doesn't think he needs or deserves - even drunk as he was, an unexpected bath from an elven lass and her gentle hands undid him in horrible ways he can't touch - but it's what he knows. Asher would've manhandled him to get it out but this is older than Yngvi is. Complicit is a word lived with long before he knew the meaning, knew the feeling of it.] Brought it to everyone's lap and it's my family. The whole mess is my family. In some shape.

[His family greasing wheels in Orzammar to go unremarked upon. His family the Casteless turn to. His family in the Carta. His family watched by the people mining the red lyrium. His family who brought Yngvi into the world, his family, his family; elves have their trees but Yngvi has a knotted mess that goes so deep he wouldn't know where you started hacking off bits of it.]