The Inquisitor having an existential crisis ever since the Breach.
They’ve felt…wrong, for lack of a better word.
Then they get cut, bruised, harmed in battle.
They do not bleed.
What seeps out of their skin is not blood, but the green energy of the Fade wisping up into the sky. What spreads beneath the skin is not purple and black from popped vessels, but a muted, green glow.
They are horrified. Are they the very thing they’re fighting?
The Inquisitor keeps it a secret.
The Inquisitor is ashamed when their allies, companions, friends, see them wounded, their otherness on display.