Kirk was glad at least one of them was, honestly. He didn't want them to become jaded, to lose the parts of themselves that had compassion for the people around them. Yes, life was harsh here, but shedding tears for that harshness wasn't a weakness. More people should, he thought. Maybe then more might care, more might come to see the change this world truly needed.

"That's not true. I think Thedas needs someone like you too," he murmured. "Your magic doesn't define you, Hermoine. You're a good person, who speaks up for the right and the morale thing. You're that voice we all need in the heat of things, to remind us not to get lost and that there's always another choice. That's very useful, Hermoine. Damn important, even."