"No I won't." Clumsily, he reaches out to tap one then the other on the arm and despite the fever burning through him, his gaze still manages to be steady. "Do you know how long I've known Korrin? I've known Amalia even longer, and I grew up going to the hold more than my brothers and sisters, being told stories when my grandfather came on his visits. My people…"

He has to break off for a while because it's hard to think when he's in this sort of pain. He can channel it in battle but in battle all he needs to do is shout orders, keep track of where people are. Even when the abomination was there he was still commanding, only dropping when it was done and he knew everyone else was okay.

"My people don't do it the way the Circle does, or the Dalish. Spirits are more important. Possession is important. But it ends. The spirit must leave or they're exiled, or supported. But if they're corrupted...then they go to sleep, and they don't wake up." Normally, after the disaster this was with Kaisa, after all those years of his mother making him feel about an inch tall when he spoke about his beliefs and she beat him down with the Chantry he wouldn't say this but pain loosens his tongue now, exhaustion too. "They're our gods. You don't corrupt them by abusing them. Not like that. Not to be so selfish, so you'll get your own way and fuck anyone else."