He sat back slightly, taking a moment to look up at the night sky while he thought. The instinctive, immediate answer was that of course he enjoyed watching them burn. There was nothing quite like it in all the places he had been. He did not think that it made him a depraved or mental person for enjoying it, as that was how he was raised. There was no point in humanizing your enemy, especially with such a twisted target. What Brennan did not cotton on to was the fact that she was not upset with the fact that she was disturbed by the idea that magic was what was burning. For him, there was no real difference between a natural fire and one caused by magic, any more than there was between a blizzard and a spell that invoked one.
To him, magic was natural, and just like nature it was deadly at a moment's notice. Living in the harsh conditions in the Gamordan Peaks, they did not often see nature at its most kind and forgiving, instead it was something they battled against on a day by day basis. Magic was also a gift, and helped them survive through the years. Although Brennan never learned healing magic, he knew it was possible. While he might not know much about the Chantry, he had figured out that it had poisoned the minds of the followers. He was too devote to his own gods to consider that his own religion might be any but the best possible of all the religions or to see how it shaped his own mindset.
He hummed thoughtfully for a moment, before bringing his gaze down and looking at her right in the eyes. "Yes, I did. Did they deserve anything else? Would they have shown us any mercy? No, so why should we show unto them anything else but what they deserved?" He had not met Darkspawn until recently. They had not existed in the mountains, probably because they were too far from the rest of the world that no one believed anyone could live there. It was not until he hit the lowlands that he was able to...make their acquaintance.