"Oh, no one believes everything the Church says. Not even the people who art part of it and think they do. Otherwise there wouldn't be all the back and forth discussion about who is and isn't a demon or what any of it means. And they pick their Divines, so it's not like they can even say it was prophetic or anything. Not properly, anyway."

She scratches the side of her nose with the back edge of the pen then scratches down a last note before folding the paper over. The pen gets shoved back behind her ear, disappearing into her pale hair.

"Anyway, I didn't mean join the Chantry or become Andrastian. Although I don't really see the harm either. It isn't as if they're entirely wrong, now are they? The Fade apparently really does exist, so who's to say the rest isn't at least a little bit true? But no, I meant... that whatever we do to make sure we don't get shoved into a hole or whatever you like after this is all over, none of it will really matter to anyone at all in the Chantry doesn't agree. That's where all the trouble with the mages and Circles started, wasn't it? A difference in theological opinion."