[When Anders had so neatly driven such divisions between tentative friendships being formed, when he had wished to learn shapeshifting from her when she is sure he would have used it to hide when he is the sort of mage that makes life difficult for all the rest who have never known Circles, for her son who has barely known life? Well he will never be anything but the abomination. A flippant little fool even now from what she's heard over the sending crystals.]

Magic has done no such thing. Men with agendas have done that starting with the Tevinter Imperium when they set a tone by which each one of us has ever been measured against; how many believe even the simplest mage to be a maleficar? The Circles were places of subjugation where mages were ruled by the Chantry and by Templars, neither of whom understand magic. They sought to control that which they do not understand, to have mages live in fear. Small wonder so many Circle mages fall prey to the things that prowl the Fade. [Magic was a gift, not from the Maker the way others believed but it was power. Raw and simple, and Morrigan's sang in her bones; changing her shape is a particular skill that she's worked hard on all her life so it's no small wonder that she revels in it. Yet it isn't exactly anger in her voice. Yes, she scoffs at him, she tuts, but she's no longer a girl. It's disbelief that colours her words more than anything.]

That sounds more like a Templar speaking of lyrium than a mage speaking of magic.