"They were lost to an Exalted March," Leliana agrees, though the words taste foul on her tongue. "After they were gifted to the elves by Andraste's own sons as thanks for their part in the war. There was a sermon after the Exalted March that claimed the elves were guilty of grave sin, of turning their back upon the Maker and condemning all Thedas to being deprived of his presence." Her voice is cold - angry. "In the same breath they spoke of showing the elves mercy, for that was Andraste's will."

Leliana shakes her head and stands, abruptly, because she finds herself uneasy simply sitting, when so much of her work as the Left Hand felt like inaction, or worse still, action to the opposite direction of her own beliefs. "You are not wrong, Ellana. There are good Andrastians, but what is goodness when it is coupled by inaction? Ignorance is one thing. Inaction despite knowing what is right?"

That is unforgivable.