Anders' eyes are downcast as he continues, but his voice is angry.
"Once, they were mages. And then those in charge decided to strip away everything that they were. Their personality, their individuality, their joy, everything that made them unique. Some were deemed too troublesome. Others, too fearful to be thrust into the Harrowing, when a young, oft times barely trained mage is sent up against a demon alone, when the demon knows the only way to get free is to kill the mage. Others were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time, and still others had that done because they had enough willpower to say no to Templar advances. They are now the Tranquil. They work mindlessly, they'll follow orders, and they're trapped in their own minds until or unless a cure is found."
A beat, and he looks up at Iskandar. "There's... Exposure to the Fade, indirectly, can cure them temporarily. But the one who was cured like that begged to die before he became Tranquil again, before all of the colors and joy in the world faded away, and it only lasted moments before he was buried once more. Finding a permanent cure is something the Chantry utterly opposes. And of course they do. They lose their last hold of power over us if we find it."
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"Once, they were mages. And then those in charge decided to strip away everything that they were. Their personality, their individuality, their joy, everything that made them unique. Some were deemed too troublesome. Others, too fearful to be thrust into the Harrowing, when a young, oft times barely trained mage is sent up against a demon alone, when the demon knows the only way to get free is to kill the mage. Others were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time, and still others had that done because they had enough willpower to say no to Templar advances. They are now the Tranquil. They work mindlessly, they'll follow orders, and they're trapped in their own minds until or unless a cure is found."
A beat, and he looks up at Iskandar. "There's... Exposure to the Fade, indirectly, can cure them temporarily. But the one who was cured like that begged to die before he became Tranquil again, before all of the colors and joy in the world faded away, and it only lasted moments before he was buried once more. Finding a permanent cure is something the Chantry utterly opposes. And of course they do. They lose their last hold of power over us if we find it."