Those were good times, I'll admit it, even with the Blight and the politics. Sparring with the Warden, getting mothered (or grandmothered) by Wynne, Zevran threatening to tattoo me in my sleep, even exchanging barbs with Morrigan...I miss the comraderie. We had a good group there, I never found anything to quite match it afterwards. I'm glad so many of us have ended up here. ...yes, even Morrigan, though if you tell her that I'll deny it.
There's nothing we can do about it here. Maker, have mercy on those left behind, and guide them during their darkest hour.