"You had your arm carved against you while in captivity. I am fairly certain that is what most would call you." Zevran-

Endured. Survived. Traded what he knew to be desirable in himself to the strongest boy in the cell as a child and continued it well onward into adulthood. An exchange of company, of his skin so he would not be bothered at the cost of what few shreds of himself he might have owned honestly.

What word in common, Antivan, or Orlesian is there for this? "...the first thing I chose for myself, well and truly?"

He needs a moment to think about that. "...I bargained for my life. The very thing you know I was attempting to throw away. I...I do not know why."