"I understand that a good many have abandoned their vows." Her disgust sneaks into her tone, even as she manages to control so many other things and keep them from it. "And I understand that a good many have little grasp of what it is to be a knight. They undermine their honour and the honour of all their fellows through their selfishness."

Her disgust is a thing that sounds harsh and hollow in the same moment, sincere, but as if she was trying to deprive that fire of air even as she spoke. It is better to listen and understand before taking action. She wonders how many of those Templars had even tried to think. She remembers Elodie, and for a moment her eyes drift shut.

Templars seeing an order through might be deemed honourable. In these circumstances those same standards do not seem to apply, not from the outside. Not if this woman's words are to be trusted at all, though she is not quick to assume Seekers condemned simply for displeasure—

Her hands clench into fists below the water, and flatten again. The Spire had not warranted it, either, though Rivain and its unique practices are of little interest to her. It was the land lacking Chantry influence and with much of the Qun and of pirates. Beyond that she knew little.

"Vile." The only word she has for it, and there are complicated emotions woven into that one syllable.