"I hope you never see Nightmare, Zevran," he exhaled, taking that subject and holding it close. It was easier to face. Fresher. A choice, in its way. "It picks through your head and finds your deepest fear. ...Or what it thinks is your deepest fear. Most of what it did for me was blather things that Morrigan already said."

Easier. Oh this was so much easier, talking about Morrigan, grousing about her and her horrible attitude. He took in a breath, and it shook, but as he let it go, it was smooth. "Royal bastard this," he said, "good for nothing that. The usual."