He's had his reactions, quietly if passionately, all to himself. It's good, then, that Loki makes the correction, makes his intentions a little more clear as to what he is not implying. Because others would. They would judge him for his enthusiasm, the religious ecstasy, and it makes him have to take a long moment to not break into those feelings right here and now.

That it will eventually kill him doesn't mean much. Eventually the lyrium use will turn him into a vegetable. Eventually this war will see the end of him. Hell, there are people who have been here since the beginning of this with shards in their hands that haven't died just yet. He could wake up one morning and have a heart attack. He could choke on a particularly fatty cut of meat.

Nothing Andraste asks is ever easy.

"She picks Her chosen," he says quietly, "deems them worthy of Her blessing. All my life's come to this. And, honestly, I'm kind of afraid of squandering the gift."