"No one is." She doesn't move far to collect the shirt, which I honestly can't remember what we did with so whatever, and passes it out. It'll do for now. Nothing deep enough to spend bandage upon. "Not entirely."

"There is good and bad, in each man. Andraste was the greatest of us all — and trials still plagued her."

"To only see the ill we do is to walk blindly. Without knowing ourselves, how will we know the righteous path?"