[Firmyl, still stubbornly clinging to anger over pain.]
Don't. I will not have anyone my father would want murdered on the spot feeling even remotely sorry for his fate. Even if it's not out of sympathy for him.
[...] [So he's a magister, in a couple of years. He does go back. But then...]
[Looks up at him.] You could never set a foot on Tevinter, even if you were with me. How-- [Oh. Looks at where the crystal hangs. That's why they got them, then? Why they're apart?]