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Nothing else matters in this world but death and destruction.
So much innocent blood is on my hands.
And sweet blood of Andraste, the things this DLC has me doing is wracking me with guilt.
It’s a true horror show.
But it only gets worse and worse from there.
Remorse washes over me, but I’ve taken things too far.
There’s no turning back.
If I’m going to finish this DLC to its miserable end, I have to persevere.
Am I actually attacking Ogren right now?
The cantankerous dwarf party member with a penchant for booze I’ve helped many, many times before?
Say it isn’t so.
This time I’m on the side of Archdemon and my worst fear is realized.
I’m given orders to pursue and get rid of the Grey Warden to secure victory.
Yes, I have to fight Alistair.
I have always known this was coming.
In fact, this is very the reason I never played the DLC.
Why on earth would I want to massacre my entire party in the name of the Darkspawn?
Alistair, bloody and beaten, looks around him as Morrigan, Leliana and my poor Mabari lie dead.
Finally, he falls.
Despite the fact that I’ve technically won, this doesn’t feel anything remotely like a victory.
The expansion definitely does a great job at making you feel terrible.
