"They are real." She replied easily, examining her hands. "They're as real as you are. As real as I am. The humans--the Chantry, I guess--can't even deny that they're real, so they just say that they're evil. If more people could see them...they'd see that there are more than just demons." She flexes her hands, ignores the way that they tremble if she tries to hold them still.

"I don't want to get better." The confession is quiet, sullen. "The cold isn't a big deal, not when it lets me see spirits. Be able to...interact with them. Like a mage." Like her brother, like her mother, like Pel. Like she should have been able to. "Mages are mages because they can access the Fade. Because they can use bits of the Fade to change the material world. If I can see it--That's close to being able to access it."