"Yes. It would have been tidier if they'd all been mage deaths and filed under the official header of the Rite of Annulment, wouldn't it." He can't help the bitterness in his voice. "No one cares if it's just hundreds of mages dying. It's sanctioned by the Chantry, which means of course you'd be for that."

She had served the Divine directly, after all.

"But let's talk Grey Wardens. Because when you said there's only one here who worked alongside the Hero of Ferelden, you were wrong. There are three. I'm one of them, and I turned myself into the Wardens the other day. That's who is discussing it. That's who is preparing to approach the Inquisition and speak with the Advisors."

He should be calmer. He should be more civil. But there's a knife to his throat and he's sick and exhausted of everyone not giving a damn about the fact that Meredith had been escalating. It's not right. It's not just. And he needs to focus on the fact that Bethany is nearby because if something happens, especially if he's stabbed, Justice needs to not create another smoking crater.

"Lower the knife, and let's talk. Bethany's correct when she says I don't want to hurt you. But a few Templars have kindly illustrated how much I don't like having sharp objects shoved inside me."