Fenris's jaw tightens and he does break eye contact then. His head lolls to the side, looking at the faintest moonlight light from the dingy window.

"They helped me. I thought he was helping me. For a moment, I thought--"

This would be easier with wine. With a lot more wine. The last time he was so confessional, he'd been drunk or very close to it. He'd told Hawke everything. He stops speaking long enough that it seems like he won't continue. Maybe Astarion deserves this explanation. He's the reason Fenris is still alive.

"Danarius used my sister to lure me out. He was there to reclaim me. Hawke... nearly gave me over."

He remembers vividly how quick Anders was to agree. They never got along, but somehow that still stung. It hurt worse from Hawke, though, even if they were using it as a ruse or just changed their mind mid-way through the conversation. For several moments too long, Fenris thought they would give him to Danarius.

"When you found me in the wilds, I was simply running again. Slavers, bounty hunters, rebels deciding I was in the wrong place. I don't know." But, as far as he knows, it had nothing to do with anyone he left in Kirkwall.