Kallian looked downward, examining the scuffed toes of her shoes.

"I... I want to believe that. So does she. I want there to be a day without darkness or thunderbolts, no ignorance or bloody retaliation. A future where no one kills anyone else, where there is love between all people, and harmony and light and joy and life... But that day hasn't come yet. I don't know if it ever will."

She squirmed.
"I had to sleep in a lot of strange places getting here. There was one night, cold and wet, that I couldn't find any other shelter, so... I went to the chantry there. Most people there just ignored me. A few noticed me, and looked at me like they would look at a dead rat. And there were these templars... They didn't see me, I had found a place to sleep curled up underneath a table, but I could hear them talking... About mages. The things they thought they deserved. That they brought on themselves. How Thedas would be better off without nonhumans, especially qunari or elves... I could barely sleep. I have never spent a night more terrified as I did that one. I would have been safer in the rainy gutter. The sisters teach us that we elves should be grateful to the Chantry, to Andraste, but then those serving it say such horrible things..." She shook her head.

"I don't know. It's a pretty dream, but I don't know if it's pretty enough to wipe out all the ugliness there is."