"That Chantry cunt," Hawke slammed his fist against the bar. Perhaps he should've executed Sebastian when he had the chance. Or let the bastard kill Anders. Kirkwall and Aveline didn't deserve to deal with the righteous prick. Why attack Kirkwall? Anders wasn't there. Sebastian wasn't acting to avenge the Chantry but for power and wealth and all the things the Prince claimed he abandoned when he joined the Chantry. Hawke needed a long minute to get his temper back after that bit of news. If he got back and remembered this, Hawke would first go kill the Prince.
He focused back on Lavellan instead of entertaining thoughts of revenge. That would only lead to him spitting fire, literally, to try and vent his impotent rage.
"She could never fix it," he said, thinking back to Merrill in her little hovel in the Alienage, always neatly kept with the broken mirror in her room. "She said it had been corrupted too much and not even the demon or spirit she spoke with could fix it in the end. She took it with her when she returned to her clan. She refused to let some human have it. Which, frankly, I understand. Her Keeper tried to give me a sacred knife and I refused it. Something like that shouldn't be in human hands. We've taken enough."
Hawke did his best to respect the Dalish. Even if he didn't agree with Merrill and her actions, he wasn't going to interfere. The elves had different thoughts on magic, spirits and demons. He didn't agree but it was their culture. He shouldn't step on it thinking he knew better.