"I don't understand why people tell things that aren't true. Except Varric's stories, I understand them, they're for entertaining, none of it is true. They're to make people feel things, smile, gasp, enjoy. They make people happy."

It hasn't occurred to him yet that he should stop reading her mind, because her distress is still tangible.

"It was the shape that would help. He wanted a life where he wasn't a monster, wasn't a mage, wasn't dying alone in a cell, stomach hollow, tongue cracked. He wanted another life. He didn't want to die alone, forgotten. This shape helped."

The Chant doesn't do anything bad to him. Instead, he starts to very softly sing.

"Shadows fall, and hope has fled. Steel you heart; the dawn will come."