"Where they are taken in, fed, clothed, and educated." He sighed, before he rubbed his hands over his face, "You realize we are simply discussing the same crucial difference that we have been arguing ourselves for months and to Thedas for years. Mages are human, templars are human. None of us are perfect and none of us are all good or all evil. We live in fear of one another because of what the other side can do. That doesn't give the Templars the right to abuse the mages, and that does not give the mages to use their magic not to protect themselves but to kill. To murder."

He shook his head a little, "I am not speaking of that kind of blood magic - although I will not argue the irony. The Dalish are, again, a perfect example of how blood magic can be used safely and responsibly, and the Templars, the Chantry, and the Circle are not. But the kind of blood magic like I have seen done in that small village in Orlais? That we saw coming from the Venatori? The kind that killed my family - " He cut himself off, "That's dangerous, Anders. Mind control, calling demons, creating flesh golems ...if you don't want us having a say in your laws, fine, but we need to have at least one. One that states blood magic to be used against other people is wrong, and will not be tolerated. If you don't want us non-magical folk making them, then you have to start making them yourselves, and soon. While the Inquisition still has influence."

He stopped, before he looked almost wistful. "... That is what I hoped the Templars could become. What I hoped mages would agree to. In time. Justice, not ... not this filthy mess we have to clean up after our brothers and sisters in the cloth. Something clean, and good, and right. Something where none of us are fettered to the past."