[He takes a breath. When he finally takes the bottle, he holds it just a little too tight.]

My parents. They've disowned me. They'd been wanting to-- Maker, I don't even know how long, but after the Chantry labelled me a heretic and I offered sanctuary to the rebel mages, well, that gave them all the final excuse they needed, I suppose.

...The other was Dorian. My-- one of my inner circle. ...And I thought more, but not long before I was brought here, he told me he was leaving. Returning to his homeland and I was not welcome to come along.

[He smiles then, a tight and bitter flash.]

Not quite the same picture, is it.