And why should I not have enjoyed it? I survived. I became one of the best. Shall I tell you what became of the boys who were not suitable material for the Crows? [There's a rather jagged edge to Zevran's voice, suddenly: a warning, sharp and deadly.

There are some stories that cannot be told with bravado. There are some stories that are so ugly even Zevran's charm can't cover it up.]