“Vancouver – 2186, the day I lost my home to the Reapers.”
It’s been so long since I drew anything Mass Effect related, but I guess it’s good timing because of the Mass Effect: Andromeda hype is getting real now. So have some Kaidan just to REMIND YOU that Kaidan is there and he will always love you even when you’re screaming about new characters.
Zevran: I am hardly the person to lecture on the worthier points of
human nature, but surely this is a fine time to display the oft-lauded
virtue known as mercy?
Zevran: I deserved to die, and you spared me. Why are you so quick to
condemn these mages?
Warden: You’re a lot better-looking than most of the mages.
Zevran: Why, thank you. Flattery would normally distract me, but not today. Inconvenient, no?
Warden: You’re saying I made a mistake sparing you?
Zevran: (Nervous laughter) Perhaps. But you did it nevertheless, no?
Warden: Magic and knives are different.
Zevran: Magic can kill. Knives can kill. Even small children launched at
great speed could kill.
Zevran: Why single out the wielders of one and not the others?
Warden: Mages can do more damage with one spell than you ever could.
Zevran: Mm. Touché.
Zevran: I’ve taken the lives of many throughout my career, but this is
no measured act. There is no chase, no hunt, no dignity in this… there
is only slaughter.
Warden: What about the people they might slaughter?
Zevran: Might, not will. Committing genocide just because something might happen is more than the mark of a weak mind. It is insanity.
Warden: Zevran, you’re a hypocrite.
Zevran: Perhaps I am at that, and a thief and a murderer as well. But I looked my victims in the face.
Zevran fights the most for the little people, the downtrodden, the ones forgotten and shunned by society. Because Zevran knows all too well (more than most of the other companions) how it feels to be trapped in a role that you cannot choose to opt out of, only because of an accident of birth.
Poverty in his case, magic in theirs, but it is hard to not see the parallels.