"It wasn't feelings," he said quietly. "It was. But it was people." He looked down. "After the Inquisitor gave the order to save the dreadnought, something... shifted in me. The line I'd been walking for years, I fell to one side of it. I burned the Chargers' bodies, scattered them to the wind, and I dedicated myself to the Qun. Losing them made me wish I could go to Par Vollen, to be fixed again. But I managed it on my own."

He looked over at Dorian. "All they had to do was give the order, and I would have--" He cut himself off, chest tight at the thought of it now.

He would have killed them all.