Dank in Thedas

Varric: You’ve seen nobles. You think I’d get any fun hanging out with them?

Sera: Right. “Them.”

Solas: Thank you. The death itself was less painful than what came before. Seeing a good spirit twisted, its nature defiled…those mages knew nothing of my friend. Worse, they did not care.

Blackwall: I don’t know what to say.

Solas: Nor will you, until you’ve seen ignorance snatch away all that you love. Pray such a day never finds you.

Varric: I could ask the same thing of a pampered, noble Tevinter.

Dorian: You can’t call me “pampered.” Nobody’s peeled a grape for me in weeks.

Varric: Talk to Josephine. She can arrange something.

cassandra: Excuse me?

iron bull: You’ve got armor. Let ‘em scratch the paint a bit. You can wind up for a shot that’ll really ring their bell. Some part of you wants to just cut loose. I can feel the frustration in your swings. You need any help with that frustration back at camp, let me know.

cassandra: It’s never going to happen.

iron bull: Apologies for giving offense. I will stop making invitations, Seeker.

cassandra: I was not offended, nor did I say you should stop… so long as we’re both clear it’s never happening.

iron bull: Works for me!

Solas: People say they lack the ability to learn or grow.

Cole: Yes.

Solas: But the more contact you have with this world, the more ability you gain.

Cole: Why would they want to prove the Maker wrong? He’s already far away.

Solas: It isn’t about right and wrong. It’s about attention, when you think you have been forgotten.

Cole: And rolling the ball so it goes in the hole.

soldier 2: You’re a scoundrel and a liar, Reeve. And probably a filthy cheater.

soldier 1: Is that all?

soldier 2: *laughs* Take your money, you ass.

Sera: I know, right? You people are weird.

Vivienne: Thank you for illustrating the point.

Sera: What, you think you’re better than me?

Vivienne: It’s nothing personal, dear. I am demonstrably better than most. That you so thoroughly prove it is hardly my fault.

Sera: Pretty sure she thinks she’s better than me.

Cassandra: Why would you? They do not exist in Tevinter.

Dorian: But what are they? Some manner of super-templar? Is this one of those southern secrets, like proper hygiene?

Cassandra: Once we worked from the shadows, monitoring templars and mages alike.

Dorian: Ah. That clearly worked out well.

Cassandra: Your glibness does you no credit. The mage rebellion was beyond even our power to control.

blackwall: Oh?

iron bull: Yeah, you talk about Grey Wardens and honor and sacrifice and griffons, but you’re still not convinced.

blackwall: Not convinced?

iron bull: Yeah, you know what I mean.

blackwall: And you know this because?

iron bull: I’m a people person.

iron bull: Everyone’s short to me.

sera: Yeah, but dwarves, right? You’d need two to look one in the eye.

iron bull: Well, they’d both have a good view.

cole: Yes. Don’t you?

dorian: Spells sometimes make a sound, but… I don’t think we hear the same thing.

cole: Don’t your spells whisper things to you? What is and could be, music in the mind of strange, far away places?

dorian: Not lately.

cole: Then we don’t hear the same thing.

blackwall: We all have.

solas: Not all, not like you. You live and breathe war. You understand it. It is home to you.

blackwall: What’s that supposed to mean?

solas: I intended no offense. We have both seen terrible things. We have watched death and destruction render that which we love unrecognizable. It is calming to see something familiar in another.

vivienne: Hardly. Magic is dangerous, and with the Inquisition’s alliance, the mages are now dangerously independent.

iron bull: Your views on magic don’t quite mesh with what I was taught about mages outside the Qun.

vivienne: Life is a series of necessary restrictions, Iron Bull. The small-minded beat against every wall they find. The wise learn to make the most of the options they have.

sera: Yeah. Why wouldn’t I?

dorian: You could try using something other than a rusty butter knife.

sera: Oh, excuuuse me while I dig up any diamond-studded hair-cutting whatevers.

dorian: Scissors. The word you’re looking for is “scissors.”

sera: Pppbth!

cassandra: The simplest spell had you white as a sheet. I’ve shrugged off worse in practice.

sera: Well, sorry I’m scared of the stuff I’ve been warned about my whole life—like most people who aren’t Seekers.

cassandra: I apologize. I could help, if you’re willing.

sera: Pfft! No, I have things to do. You can help by standing in front of me.

cassandra: *chuckles* That I can do.

varric: You all right, kid?

cole: A templar at Therifal Redoubt. He wanted to make the world safe for his daughter. Then he turned red inside. She doesn’t know.