[ This time, she doesn't jump when he reaches for her. Varric's hand squeezing hers is warm and reassuring, and she squeezes back briefly, just barely perceptible, before letting go again.

She doesn't deserve his comfort. Not after this. ]

...They came after us. The others - they were searching for us. Outside of the ship, with those stupid jetpacks.

[ The jetpacks. Dangerous, unpredictable. All too easy to misjudge your trajectory and go sailing off into space. ]

The Director followed them. We fired on the ship. [ She'd seen it on the viewscreen, the Mother of Invention shuddering under the blows. ] We set in a course - I didn't understand why he wanted to leave so quickly. I thought maybe...

[ Maybe he was being merciful. Giving CT's former friends a break. There was no need to destroy the ship, after all, when they had all the evidence she'd taken from it. No need to kill anyone. The courts could pass judgement on the Director. And they could be free and clear of all of it.

She closes her eyes. ]

I was wrong.

Before we left...he dropped a nuke.

I didn't realize until it was too late.

[ And then they'd jumped into slipspace, and it was too late to stop it. Too late to do anything at all. ]