"You weren't surprised then, either." For all Hawke was unsure, Fenris's resolve firmed; the sardonic tone of voice wasn't enough to throw him, only to startle him. If Hawke was saying whatever came to mind without his usual consideration, he was either angry enough to attack, or confused enough to listen. Fenris's response would be the same either way.

He didn't move, didn't reach for either his sword or Hawke, though his overwhelming desire to be doing something nearly made him step forward. "I killed Danarius there," he said. "My sister sold me out for a chance to become his apprentice. The day after, when you came to visit me, we talked about that night from three years ago. It's little wonder you don't remember that, if you don't remember the meeting. What do you remember?"