Do you ever think about the fervour and desperation with which Cassandra was searching for Hawke, and the Warden, and then propping up the Inquisitor as Herald?
Do you ever think about Cassandra searching for someone else to lead, someone else to carry that responsibility, someone else to become her saviour?
Do you ever think about the Inquisitor asking her why? Why did you do this to me? Why did you make me into this? What did I do that I deserve you doing this to me? And how dare you judge me? You who refused this weight and shoved it on my shoulders? You who were willing to sacrifice my humanity, but not yours? Did you think your faith was a gift? Did you think it was my duty? Did you think carrying you would be easy? That you were weightless?
