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"I do have family- well, I had family. I haven't heard anything of them since I was brought to the Circle." Leliana's silence was the practiced gentle assurance of a Chantry Sister. She reminded him of Lily. Daylen shifted uncomfortably on the bedroll. "I was born in Kirkwall, I think. I was only four when the Templars took me, so my memory is a bit hazy. I know I had a mother and a father. I think there may have been another baby as well. A brother? Sister? I can't recall."
He looked down at his fingers tangled in his lap and cursed the tears forming in his eyes. "They could all be dead now, for all I know. Is it- ah, I'm sorry." He scrubbed at his cheek. "I don't even remember them, it's silly of me to get upset. I'm sorry."
Meeting Leliana's sympathetic eyes once more, he continued, his voice wavering. "Is it cruel to hope that they miss me? That I left some unfillable hole in their lives? For over a decade after I arrived at Kinloch, late at night I used to imagine my mother lying in her bed, somewhere across the Waking Sea, sobbing the same way I was. It brought me comfort. I can't even remember her face."