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Amy Dallon, Herald of Andraste

Chapter 27 New
Author's Note: A short chapter compared to most chapters lately, but conceptually it was a great spot to end the chapter, and it had some structural advantages.



Someone did end up burning the balls of Darkspawn Taint, and Amy checked on Felix's biology. She'd used up a lot of his fat cells... she'd rushed the process of getting the Taint out both times, to make a point. If she moved slower, she could...

The Taint spreads if I just put it somewhere, but if I gather more of it together, I can still get it out faster, right, and use fat to... Amy's mind raced with possibilities. She had more ideas to improve white blood cells to resist the Taint for even more seconds - not for long, no matter what she did, but every second of life counted if it allowed her to use less of Felix's own biomass.

Alexius, apparently sincere in his commitment to switching sides and throwing the Venatori under the bus, told them that there were more Venatori in the 'Upper Wing'. There was a brief discussion of having him order them to surrender their weapons, since they might not know until it was too late he had betrayed them, but it was decided that it was unlikely to work - telling the cultists to stand down in any form would probably be proof he'd betrayed the cult.

So Ser Trevelyan and his men - along with Iron Bull and Sera were sent to go deal with the Venatori. Bull was apparently feeling downright nostalgic about getting to kill 'damned Vints' again.

"I suppose it's hard to find a Qunari warrior that doesn't have experience fighting my people," Dorian mused, watching Iron Bull leave. Then he walked up to Alexius, "You're making the right choice, Alexius," he told his mentor softly. "But I think you should probably get rid of the amulet, so you aren't tempted to try to erase Amy here from time again, in an effort to win back this Elder One's favor after this failure."

"ERASE ME FROM TIME?!" Amy demanded, then she flushed as she realized she'd screeched the words out. "That - you can - you - what?!"

"In theory, it was a possible application of our research. Like with the time travel itself, we could never get it to work, but I would imagine it's been the Breach that allowed it to work, correct?" Alexius nodded slowly, mournfully, handing Dorian a cubic pendant on a silver chain. "Which would be why you couldn't just prevent things going wrong with whatever insane ritual this Elder One planned, or stop Felix from getting Tainted in the first place."

"Erase me from time." Amy said again. "That was your plan?"

"Mages. They can never just kill you." Varric muttered.

"Killing you wouldn't change the fact that whatever you did stole the Elder One's mark." Alexius explained. "But if you were never at the Conclave, if you never existed..." Alexius trailed off. "But I failed, and in failing, I have earned the Elder One's wrath."

"I'm not even from Thedas?! How could it - go back much further than whatever the fuck I did to mess with this Elder One's evil plot to become God," Amy couldn't even beginto imagine how she said that one with a straight face, "and I'm not on Thedas at all! I'm from another world you -" Amy cut herself off as...

Would the magic even work on Earth-Bet? What if it - what if it had happened and I just... never came to Thedas? What if it undid the Bakuda Bomb and I was home and I still had Vicky and -

Amy tried to force back on the longing, and the tantalizing, insane possibility that it would work. But... more likely it wouldn't. She had no idea how this shit worked. Maybe it would have done that, erased her from everything. What would happen then? Would Vicky have died in the mall? Would she have even been there? Her sister would have been reckless and gotten hurt sooner or later and -

On the other hand, not existing... it -

It wouldn't be dying. Amy didn't want to die. She just...

For the first time in years, Amy realized it wasn't as enticing to linger on the idea of just... not existing for a while. The idea was - it - she still almost liked it but - but not as much? She shook her head violently, trying to force herself to focus on the moment, on what the others were saying.

"What exactly do you plan to do with that?" Cassandra gestured to the amulet in Dorian's hands.

"Much as I'm loathe to undo years of research and work, under the circumstances, destroying it seems to be the best option," Dorian admitted. "It's dangerous, and it's the cause of the time-altering rifts opening up. And as long as the amulet exists, someone might be tempted to use it."

"As I understand it, you worked with Alexius in the first place to make this magic, did you not think it would be dangerous in the first place?" Solas asked curiously, leaning on his staff.

"Dangerous yes, this dangerous, no." Dorian admitted. "Mostly we worked on it to see if it was even possible. All the theory and underlying principles said it should work, and yet, we never could manage it. Finding out the only thing we needed was a massive tear in reality is... almost a letdown, really." Dorian sighed. "Destroying this safely will take some time."

"Would assistance make that go faster?" Cassandra asked. "The sooner that is destroyed, the better."

"I'd drink to that if I had anything handy," Katerina agreed.

"Seconded," Amy muttered.

"I'm not sure. When we made this amulet in the first place, we didn't spend a lot of time on figuring out how to destroy it safely." Dorian sighed. "Rather reckless of us in hindsight."

"Quite a bit more than reckless, dear,": Vivienne observed, "But nothing more than I would expect from a Tevinter. Unrestricted, mad, dangerous experimentation is but the least of your people's barbarisms."

"Ah yes, insulting my homeland. And Orlais is far better, caging their mages and murdering someone because they put too much salt in the soup," Dorian quipped back. "Perhaps we can save this discussion for another time?"

"That would be a good idea," Cassandra agreed quickly.

"As for help - I'm happy to find out if assistance would make destroying this safely go faster. Before I start on that, however, there's more I'd like to know about this Elder One, Alexius."

"As would I, but there is still much to do, and a few things that should be done first." Cassandra turned to Fiona. "Your mages are now free from their bondage to Alexius and Tevinter. Would they still follow you, after what you did?"

"My people agreed with me that the choice we made was the only one that presented at the time. We were desperate, and returning to Circles or laying down and dying were not options." Fiona was defiant, but then she inhaled and looked down, "It was not the right choice, but it was the only choice."

"Right, and Alexius here decided his only choice was joining the evil cult." Amy snapped. "There's always a choice, and the better choice is to not sign on with the evil slave-owning empire. Desperation isn't a goddamn excuse." She pinched the bridge of her nose. "I'm healing Felix, so you're free. You should probably tell your people they don't have ten years of working for Tevinter ahead of them. We still need your help with the Breach, so don't go far since we need to talk about all that."

"Were you sincere when you told Alexius what you originally came here to negotiate? The terms you had in mind - the resources of the Inquisition, bent towards securing support for our freedom?" Fiona asked. Amy started to nod, but Vivienne, being Vivienne, had to chime in.

"Those plans were drawn up before we knew what you'd done. Letting Alexius drive the Arl out of his own castle, and swearing yourselves to him - when word of this spreads, it will destroy the sympathy too many in the south feel for your mad cause, Fiona."

"And when the mages help close the fucking Breach, that will probably improve their sympathy," Amy ground out. "You don't fucking speak for me, Vivienne. Or the Inquisition."

"You've seen what they will do when they're left to their own devices without supervision, Amy,": Vivienne said calmly.

"That they did something stupid like this doesn't change that the Circles are fucked up, Harrowings are insane and inflicting Tranquility on people who don't ask for it is evil," Amy snapped. She wasn't sure how she felt about people choosing it either, but that was - slightly less evil, at least? Maybe not evil? "What they did was wrong and stupid, but forcing them back into the Circles is even more wrong and evil." Maybe if the rebel mages had done something for Tevinter - oppressed anyone, put down rebelling slaves or like done blood magic or anything, then Vivienne would have a point, that the rebel mages have proven they couldn't be trusted.

"Let us hope, Amy, that the cost of realizing your naivete does not prove to be too high." Vivienne said primly, Amy rolled her eyes and looked away from Vivienne, turning back to Fiona. She always has to have the last word, doesn't she?

"So," Amy said to Fiona, "Yes, that's the offer. Help close the Breach and the Inquisition tries to get everyone - or enough people anyway - to support mages being free from the circles, or as close as you can get. I can't make promises it will take, but," Amy inhaled and thought back to all the preparations she'd made for the negotiations, "Right now, the Chantry is leaderless, and Thedas is all -" she gestured expansively, "A mess. So now's the time to renegotiate terms." This was more familiar ground.

"You paint an attractive offer," Fiona said softly. "And the entire Inquisition agrees with this?" She looked from Vivienne to Cassandra, "And will keep its word after the Breach is closed?"

"The Circles as they existed failed," Cassandra said after a moment. "Returning things to as they were cannot be done, nor should it be done. And we need your people's help to close the Breach. We will keep our word."

"Even as Right Hand of the Divine, your reputation was always honorable, Seeker Pentaghast," Fiona admitted. She looked back at Amy, "You offer the best deal we are likely to get. I will tell my people. I have little doubt they will accept. It will take a few days for us all to make ready for the trip to Haven, especially given the children and the elderly."

They had children they were protecting. Amy had known that - apprentices and stuff - but being reminded... It made Fiona's fear for her people and her willingness to take any way out available like... slightly less bad, but -

It was still so fucking stupid. And still wrong! And -

The Templars weren't even close to Redcliffe to attack it. (Yet. Best to make sure that didn't happen, once they were done here).

"You have like... four hundred and some mages here, right?" Amy asked, trying to remember what she'd heard. FIona nodded. "Do we - does Haven even have room for all of them?" Amy asked Cassandra. "The village was packed and new homes - log cabins - were being built as quickly as possible, Amy knew, but a lot of people were still in tents. Fur-lined tents and with really warm bedrolls and stuff, so at least people weren't freezing to death but - Haven was cold up in the mountains, and even if it wasn't as cold as it could be during the day - it could get very cold at night.

Thanks to Amy's abilities, and the fact that alchemists could make good medicines for a medieval shithole world, there hadn't been any major outbreaks of disease with people packed in together in the cold, but sticking four hundred more people, including a bunch of kids and old people into the village? That would have an impact.

And - and like, I'm not going to be there all the time, and hopefully once the Breach is closed we can find a way to get me back home and - It was better to just not do that, right?

"More structures to house people are being built as quickly as possible but... no, I don't think we will have enough housing. Distributing some of your people to the outposts and positions across the Hinterlands under the Inquisition's protection might be the best option."

"And Haven's really cold at night and packing people in tight leads to illness, especially among children and old people." Amy added.

"You make a fair point. And the trip up the mountains to Haven would take a toll on many of my people. But we must leave Redcliffe. I..." she hesitated, swallowing, then, "I doubt King Alistair will allow us to stay here. He might even try to remove us from Ferelden entirely, given..." she trailed off and gestured to Alexius, who was still slumped in the 'throne' and staring blankly at nothing.

"If the King wants you out of Ferelden, he can wait." Amy muttered. "Isn't a King supposed to protect their people? Where the fuck was he when there were bandits and extremists running around the Hinterlands attacking refugees? There's a reason the Inquisition has soldiers stationed all over the place, right? So fuck him, he can wait."

"Amy..." Cassandra started, and Amy shook her head.

"I don't care. I don't give a shit about a King's tender sensibilities." Amy countered. "I have no bandwidth to give a shit about a King that is apparently too busy doing nothing to do anything about shit here in the Hinterlands."

"Ferelden is still recovering from the Fifth Blight." Fiona said, defending Alistair apparently. "The Kingdom has few soldiers and fewer funds to raise more."

"Excuses, excuses," Amy rolled her eyes.

"It is unlikely that the King and Queen will be happy about what happened here, but I believe Josephine Montilyet and Leliana can prevail upon him to not expel you from Ferelden entirely as long as you leave Redcliffe and stay under our auspices until the Breach is closed. As for the logistics of securing your people in Haven or elsewhere, we can discuss that tomorrow."

"Very well. I shall take my leave and discuss with my people." She nodded to Amy and Cassandra, and departed, very pointedly not looking at Vivienne - who did the same to her.

Amy let out a breath. Dorian had been about to ask Alexius questions about the Elder One and the Venatori before Fiona had spoken up, and Cassandra probably wanted to know about that too, and... Amy couldn't help but be curious but she also had other things to deal with.

"I get there's a lot of stuff going on, but I have a lot of work I need to do to get Felix completely free of the taint. So you all can ask Alexius questions about the Venatori," she took in a breath, "but I need to get Felix to the kitchen and start him eating as much as possible."



Amy had already had the thought that having Fugly Bob's - or any fast food really - handy would make Amy's life much easier when it came to healing people in Thedas. In the long run, probably not worth all the other health problems if full scale fast food caught on, but... still.

Failing fast food...

"What I wouldn't give for a blender and some protein powder. Or maybe a pile of protein bars." She muttered under her breath as she walked through the well stocked larder of Redcliffe castle. Wheels of cheese, encased in wax, smoked and dried and salted meats, preserves and jams and hard dried bread, beer (lots of beer), pickled vegetables and more.

After an explanation to Alexius about why she needed Felix to eat a lot, Cassandra let Amy go to see to that, with Katerina and Varric in tow, along with Felix of course.

"What are those?"

"Food from back home," Amy answered Varric absently, picking up a jar of weird looking vegetables in what Amy figured was brine. The glass was thick and opaque, making it even harder to tell what kind of vegetable it actually was - long, thin and purple? "Well, a blender is a tool for preparing food." If she needed to get someone a lot of calories fast and didn't have fast food or a bunch of IVs handy, milkshakes and smoothies were a pretty good option. And if need be, sticking a funnel down their throat.

"Good food?" Katerina asked. "Like those fries you asked Lady Montilyet to have made?" Amy had told Kateirna about them, and apparently Flissa, the owner of Haven's tavern and sort of the Inquisition's head chef, sort of, had made them a few more times for sale in the tavern and some people had liked them. Including Katerina.

"Not really," Amy shook her head. She'd protein shakes and protein bars as a thing to eat when she needed to rush to the hospital, and they did the job, but the taste was never good. "But they have the advantage of being nutrient dense. We need to get as many calories into Felix as possible as fast as possible to replenish the fat in his body that I use up to get rid of the taint."

"I don't think Felix has any fat on his body." Varric suggested.

"Calories?" Felix asked at the same time.

"Everyone has a bit of fat, at least, unless they're literally starving." Amy explained. "Calories are... they're basically a measure of how much energy food gives you. The body uses the energy to - you know - live and also to do things. That's why you're gonna be hungrier after doing a lot of physical activity and stuff. The body stores excess calories you don't need as fat." Amy was oversimplifying, but that was the basics, and that's all Felix needed. "Which can make you fat and also why eating less and exercising makes you not fat if you are."

"So the plan is for me to eat foods that have more of these calories? I may not be familiar with the term, but it's not as if I don't know what food would make someone fat if they ate too much of it."

"It's not just calories, but the most calories the fastest. Sure, we could just have you chow down on a whole wheel of cheese a day, and - you might as well grab one of those, Katerina because it'll be good for him to eat a good chunk of that - but if we want to pack as much into you as possible, we want stuff that won't make you feel full, but will have a lot of calories. Sugary foods. Sugar if you have it here, honey... do you guys have maple syrup or anything like that handy?"

"Maple syrup?"

"It's a very sweet thing you make from the sap of the maple tree. Don't know how. It's tasty on pancakes," Amy shook her head, "Not the point." She grabbed a jar of what appeared to be blackberry jam. Not her favorite, but there was a lot of it, so it would do. Then she grabbed a jar of honey. "Grab those sausages," she pointed to a whole string of smoked sausages. If those were fried up in oil, that would help too.

And... well, french fries were a great way to eat a lot of calories easily. If only Flissa was here to do it.

Katerina grabbed a wheel of cheese - it had to be at least ten pounds - and the sausages, and then they all heard out of the larder and into the kitchen. Some of the castle's servants had fled when Alexius took over, most just going into the town, refusing to work for a Magister, though some had left with the Arl. The rest had stayed, even if they weren't happy about cooking and cleaning for Alexius and his Venatori.

Felix, at least, had apparently been nice and polite and never tried to order people around much, so the kitchen staff were less angry with him than everyone else, and when Amy had let them know that the Venatori were dead or imprisoned and Alexius had surrendered and the mages would be leaving Redcliffe soon, they were thrilled.

She'd half-expected the head chef, a tall, barrel-chested man, to hug her given how pleased he'd been, but thankfully he had not. The staff were also happy to help the Herald of Andraste, so she was pretty sure no one was going to poison Felix's food.

She'd be touching him as he ate to make sure. Plus, she wanted to monitor him carefully even when she wasn't expelling the Taint from him. She was worried it would... react to what she was doing, grow faster, somehow overwhelm Felix all at once, if she didn't keep an eye on it. Probably stupid - and she wanted to see if she could get an idea of how the powders Alexius had developed worked to slow the progression of the Darkspawn Taint down in the meantime - but she wasn't going to take chances.

Leaving aside how Alexius would react if his son suddenly died, Amy was not going to let the Darkspawn Taint win. That evil shit was going to lose.

I'm fucking Panacea, and even if I can't actually cure you like I would anything else, I will save people from you, you disgusting vile shit. She hated the Taint on so many levels, and it offended her that she couldn't cure it. She was Panacea, the miracle healer. She could affect literally any biology, as far as she could tell and yet, somehow, this fucking nightmare shit was immune.

Fuck that.

So she asked the kitchen people to slice up and fry up the sausages, explained the basic idea of french fries to see if they could at least make something that would work, and got a few more things, including bread, plates and utensils. Beer was brought out as well for the others. Water for her.

It had calories, so she wasn't going to stop Felix from drinking any if he wanted.

"Most of this food is for Felix, but since we did kind of skip lunch," Amy had just had some dried fruit and nuts as a snack , "to come to the Castle, we should eat too."

"Thank the Maker, I was hoping you'd say that." Katerina grinned.

Amy sliced off a thick slice of the bread - baked this morning - and spread some of the thick blackberry jam on the piece, then spooned some honey onto the bread, and handed it to Felix. "Eat." she told him, putting a hand on the back of his neck. "I'm going to keep an eye on you and make sure nothing goes wrong."

Katerina started to break the wax around the cheese and Varric was spreading some jam on a slice of bread for himself.

"Now that you've got the mages on side, and... faster than it might have taken, you don't really need to go to the Templars at all, Amy," Katerina suggested. "We can just go back to Haven and -"

"Are you trying to get out of our bet by convincing Amy not to go meet the Templars?" Varric accused with a chuckle, before taking a bite of his bread and jam.

"What?! No," Katerina shook her head, "Fuck, Varric, I'll give you the win and the ten silvers if you help me convince Amy not to go to Therinfall-"

"It doesn't matter if Varric tried, I'm not changing my mind," Amy spread some jam on another piece of bread for herself. It was easier said than done to do one handed - no hand on the plate to stabilize it - since she was keeping one hand on Felix.

"Here, let me," Katerina reached over the table and pried the knife out of Amy's hand pulling Amy's plate towards herself, ignoring Amy's protests. "You have what you need to close the Breach. Just leave the Templars to rot in their hole."

Amy felt Felix swallow a large mouthful of food and then take a breath, preparing to say something.

"Less talking, more eating," Amy interrupted before he could say anything, using her free hand to snatch her plate back now that Katerina had spread the jam. She took a bite from the bread - even more than blackberry jam usually was in her experience, this stuff was tart. But it was food, she was hungry, and she should eat while she could.

"I think I can eat and-"

"Abupupup," Amy interrupted again. "The more you eat and the faster you eat the faster I can get the Darkspawn Taint out of you and the less likely there's some unexpected complication that does serious harm or kills you."

"That's - that's possible?"

"I have no fucking clue, the Taint is almost entirely a mystery to me, it's evil nightmare shit, I half expect it to burst out of your chest and try and eat my face," Amy muttered. "So eat." Felix hesitated, and Amy rolled her eyes. "It's probably not going to, and if it did, I'd probably - probably - be able to save you. Maybe." It would depend on if his heart exploded when the Darkspawn Taint burst out of his chest and how fast she could get to him and...

"And you said I wasn't allowed to try and make you feel better, PanPan,"

"Shut up Varric," Amy muttered again without heat, and then, "Anyway, if we could be sure the Templars would stay in their hole and rot there, I'd think about it," she admitted. The concern about the Lord Seeker lashing out if he lost his chance at glory was the biggest reason Amy wanted to get the Templars onboard. The injustice of their treatment when it came to Lyrium and the addiction to it was definitely a reason too, and... there was the fact that Cassandra wanted a peace to be forged, and she had given Amy her trust, asked Amy to prove that she could do it, given Amy a chance...

Amy wasn't going to fail Cassandra. She wasn't. She was going to -

"Stay in their hole? What do you mean?" Felix asked before Amy could repeat the 'no talk, eat' instructions.

"The Lord Seeker is crazy and thinks he's the main character of a story." Amy answered, sighing. "I mean it - no talk, just eat. Have a few spoonfuls of the honey straight." She instructed.

"I think the kid can be trusted to eat a lot of food without you giving him instructions," Varric said with a chuckle. Felix was older than Katerina - mid twenties if she guessed right without checking closer - but that was still a kid to Varric apparently.

"Again, most food possible as fast as possible is the idea here. We don't want Felix to feel full too fast." She rolled her eyes, "Anyway, the problem with Lord Seeker "I am the Hero of This Story and You Are All Bit Players " Lucius is that if we don't give him a chance to save the day by helping with the Breach, he'll probably attack us at Haven now that we've brought on the mages."

"And so your solution is to walk into an obvious trap, invite the crazy bastard to come to Haven with all his Templars and then hope that maybe you and Commander Cullen and Lady Montilyet can convince enough Templars see reason. Great plan, Amy."

"I dunno," Varric shrugged, "I've met a few reasonable Templars."

"But not that many. Because there's only been a small handful of reasonable Templars to ever exist." Katerina popped a small piece of cheese into her mouth and washed it down with a sip of beer.

"I can't say. For some reason most Templars don't seem to like me."

"I can't imagine why they wouldn't like you, Varric." Amy muttered.

"Eh, I think they just don't have much sense of humor. How did you manage to escape that horrible fate, Red?" Varric asked Katerina, finishing his own piece of bread and jam after asking.

"I never took Lyrium. Pretty sure that's what makes most Templars so fucking dour and personality-less," Katerina offered with a grin.

That... kind of tracks, I think, with what I've heard, Amy considered

"There's a theory. Hey, kid," he gestured at Felix. Amy let out an exasperated sigh and dropped her head into one hand, "The Templars in Tevinter - they don't take Lyrium. Do they have a sense of humor?"

They have Templars in Tevinter? At almost the same time she had the thought, Katerina had an outburst saying the exact same thing.

"Yes. We were once part of the same Chantry as you here in the south," Felix said, sounding as if he was reminding her of something he felt like she should know. Maybe a little exasperated. "Templars were part of the Chantry well before we split."

"Yeah, but I mean, I assumed you got rid of them. Your Circles are just schools for magic, not prisons. I can't imagine a magister taking orders from a Templar about what magic they can and cannot do."

"Circles in Tevinter are the most prestigious academies for mages, not just 'schools'," Felix corrected. "And...you're not wrong about magisters not taking orders from Templars. It is the other way around - officially they investigate and prosecute abuse of magic - demon summoning, abominations... in practice, they're tools the members of the Magisterium use against one another or to make sure lesser mages without political connections toe the line. Only the truly egregious abuses that can't be hidden will be punished. One of the many things my father always tried to push back against before I was Tainted." Felix exhaled slowly, clearly upset, looking at the partially eaten piece of cheese on his plate. It was a large piece.

That's kind of the opposite of surprising. Based on what she knew about Tevinter - evil, slave-owning, mages running the place - she wouldn't have expected them to let the magic police actually police them, and using them as corrupt cops to attack each other or like, keep the lesser mages down made perfect sense. Don't let outsiders into their clubhouse.

The Tevinter and Empire 88 comparisons continue. If there was one thing E88 loved almost as much as dealing drugs, running protection rackets and brutalizing minorities, it was cracking down on other gangs. More than one minor gang had arisen over the years with cape at the head, tried to claim territory and Empire 88 would fall on them sometimes before the PRT or BBPD even heard about them.

And as for backstabbing and treachery... well, whatever the official statement from Kaisar about Allfather's death - and he had put out one, a recording released onto a friendly news station and everything - Carol and Uncle Neil had always believed that Kaisar had killed his own father to take over the gang. Iron Rain had been out of the picture for a few years, and then Allfather...

Amy believed it. Why wouldn't a Nazi piece of shit commit patricide for power?

"As for their sense of humor -" Before he could finish, one of the doors to the little room adjacent to the kitchen they were in burst open, crashing against the wall next to it and Cassandra's voice rang out, harsh, loud, furious.

"Varric, you lying little shit!" Amy turned in her chair to see Cassandra storming across the room, the fury in her eyes and voice, something Amy hadn't seen from Cassandra since the day she'd woken up in that cell.

"What are you talking about?" Varric barely had time to put his beer down before Cassandra had pulled him from his chair and shoved him against the wall, hands on the collar of his leather jacket. "What are you blaming me for this time?!"

"You told me he was dead!" She ground him against the wall a bit, getting in his face. What the - what is she pissed about? What's going on? Seeing Cassandra like this against an ally - she didn't really trust Varric much and she could totally see him lying but -

She was talking to Alexius about the Venatori. He must have said something about someone Varric said was dead? Who could make her so angry? Why is she -

"I've said a lot of people are dead, who are you talking about this time?!" Varric wasn't trying to escape Cassandra's grip - probably because he couldn't - but he was matching her volume, yelling back at her.

"Lady Pentaghast!" "Cassandra!" Amy and Katerina both said at the same time. Amy stood, no idea what was going on, no idea what to do, but she couldn't just stand here and -

At the very least Cassandra had to explain what she was angry about, not just yell? Heart pounding in her chest, she moved to Cassandra's side.

"Cassandra - what - what are you doing?"

"I don't think slamming him against the wall is the way to get answers from him, Lady Pentaghast," Katerina offered.

"Did you know?!" Cassandra demanded, apparently ignoring them both.

"Cassandra, stop!" Amy grabbed at Cassandra's shoulder, but there wasn't much she could actually do to pull the other woman away from Varric without using her power on her and she - she wasn't going to do that. She looked at Katerina, pleading with her to do something with her eyes, hoping Katerina got the message.

Would she even - Katerina had a near hero-worship for Cassandra, enormous respect for her, would she get in the way? She'd let stuff happen before and this wasn't the same but-

"Lady Pentaghast, forgive me, but you should let him go," Katerina said firmly, pushing her way between them, prying Cassandra's left hand off of his collar - Cassandra let go with her right and stepped back, turning away, fuming, breathing heavily.

Varric didn't fall into a heap once Cassandra let him go, but he might have stumbled if Katerina hadn't caught him and helped him stay up.

"Did you know, Varric?" Cassandra demanded again, not lowering her voice.

"Know what, Seeker?" Varric demanded, glaring at her.

"The Venatori's Elder One! It is Corypheus!"

"Corypheus? No. No. He's dead. He's dead." Varric insisted. Amy blinked.

Was that - is that fear? Is Varric afraid of this - Amy didn't recognize the name, and Katerina and Felix didn't either, from the looks of them.

"So you claimed," Cassandra growled. "And yet, he is the one who leads the Venatori, who promised Alexius a cure for Felix."

"He was dead," Varric insisted firmly, flatly, "I've killed a lot of people in my life," - words that should have made Amy do or say or... something, but she doubted Varric was actually a murderer. Just killing people in fights, probably to defend himself most of the time.

I - this - how am I becoming so okay with killing? Amy pushed down on her nausea - if she let it rise up too much she'd throw up again and that was the last thing she needed to have happen if she wanted Felix to eat more...

"I know dead. He had no pulse, no breath, he was covered in stab wounds, charred to a crisp and filled with bolts from Bianca. Hawke kicked the body's head a few times! Maker's breath, we even tried to loot his corpse, not that he had anything to take. He was dead!"

"Who the Fuck is Corypheus?" Amy said the name slowly, trying to make sure she got it right. Of all the names she'd run into in Thedas so far, it was one of the few that really sounded like a true 'Fantasy' name. The jumble of random syllables she'd come to expect from mid-grade fantasy novels. "I'm going to assume he's not in your book," Katerina not recognizing the name pretty much solidified that.

"If I'd put Corypheus in the book nobody would believe me." Varric shook his head, "Andraste's ass, I lived through it all and I still barely believe it happened. Until you showed up and we got a massive hole in the sky, I thought it was the craziest shit I'd ever have to deal with." He looked back at Cassandra, "He's dead, Seeker," Varric repeated. "Just because some power hungry magister with delusions of godhood is using the name doesn't mean I lied."

"A tall Darkspawn capable of coherent speech, possessed of powerful magic and who claims to be one of the Magisters who breached the Golden City?" Cassandra hissed. "Lyrium embedded in his face, just as you described him."

"Shit." Varric said simply, dropping into his chair, staring ahead. "He was dead, Seeker. I - are you sure Alexius wasn't lying?"

"How would he know of him to lie? I did not even tell Leliana about the story you told me. I cannot imagine Hawke or your other companions spread the tale much. Corypheus lives, Varric. You did not kill him, and now the Divine is dead at his hands! All the dead at the Conclave are his fault. And you did lied about killing him!"

"I thought he was dead! Again, his body was charred to a crisp and full of holes! We nearly died taking him down, we wanted to make damn sure he was dead." Varric shook his head. "If he survived somehow - I don't know it, but... shit."

Magisters who breached the Golden City. The whole - the guys who brought the Blights and shit? One of them is alive? A Darkspawn? And - he's -

"You didn't fight one of the Magisters Sidereal. You didn't - there's no way one of them is running around Thedas leaving a Tevinter cult," Katerina said, giggling, "That's impossible."

"If he wasn't one of them, he did a damn good impression of one, and he'd been in that Grey Warden prison for long enough to one." Varric countered. "Maybe he's just crazy, but he sure believes he went into the Fade and went to the Golden City, and he had enough power to nearly kill Hawke, Merril, Bethany and me."

"Can you fill me on on - Okay, how - okay, so I remember the whole 'Magisters brought the Taint from the Fade' thing and I hate that it feels believable given a look at the Taint, but who - how - when did you fight some ancient evil super wizard from a thousand years ago?! And - you killed him, but he's alive now and -" Amy blinked. "Well, wait, if he's the one who was doing some kind of sacrifice with Divine Justinia, then he was at the Conclave, but alive enough after to go to Alexius and make the deal - undo me doing whatever the fuck I did - then he survived the explosion that killed everyone but me. So..." Amy exhaled slowly. "Some kind of unkillable supervillain?"

Great. Just what Thedas needed.

"Maybe. Or maybe we just need a bigger explosion." Varric muttered. "Or a ring and a volcano."

"Fun-ny," Amy growled. She really fucking hoped it wasn't that. Or maybe she did. That would be simple. "Let's get back to how you and Hawke fought this ancient super wizard bastard and Jesus Christ this is my fucking life now. How is this my life?!"

"It's a long story. But I'll try and trim it down," Varric sighed. "Sit down," he gestured to the chairs. "You as well, Seeker."

"I'll remain standing." Cassandra said, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Suit yourself." Varric sighed. "Okay, I don't think you've gotten to this in my book, Amy, but suffice to say, the Deep Roads Expedition was a massive success, but Bethany was left in Kirkwall and ended up being found out and forced into the Circle in Kirkwall. She actually did pretty well there, and Hawke was able to use the funds from selling all the loot we found to buyback her grandparents' mansion, secure her old family titles back - some of them - and basically never have to worry about money again, for the most part, unless all her investments tanked at once."

"She had a mostly quiet few years - quiet for Hawke anyway, which meant the occasional assassination attempt, doing the occasional mercenary work just to break up the monotony, and of course, making eyes at Merrill because she couldn't just tell Daisy how she felt about her. While all this was happening, one faction of the Carta suddenly got very persistent about trying to capture her. A few attempts in a row, all failed, and they even snuck people into the Circle to try and do the same for Bethany."

Katerina laughed, "Someone tried to break into the - Andraste's ass, how stupid were they?"

"Incredibly," Varric answered deadpan. "I was able to track down where the people behind the attacks were - this old fort in the Vinmark Mountains - and the Templars actually gave Bethany permission to go with Hawke and find out what was going on." Amy saw Katerina open her mouth and Varric shrugged, "I know, I can't believe it. It was before Meredith went especially crazy, so things were tough, but not as bad as they got. Hawke being a rich noble meant Bethany had some extra protections and could even visit her family from time to time, or vice-versa, but permission to travel days outside the city? I did not expect that."

"What's unusual about the Carta trying to kill Hawke? Hadn't she pissed them off more than once?"

"Sure, but these attacks were sloppier than usual, and all the dwarves involved fought to the death. And they kept trying and went after Sunshine. Carta usually leaves the Circles alone - smuggling Lyrium in for the Templars is too much of their business for them to risk it.:" Varric explained. "So we went to the fort, but there was no reason for the Carta to be there. No good smuggling routes, in the middle of damned nowhere, not good safehouse material... the attacks were coming from there, but the rest of the Carta had no damn idea what was going on there. Carta is always spying on itself, so they should have had something."

"You're building up to something." Amy sighed, "Do we need the drama?"

"I'm a storyteller, Amy. If you want the boring two-minute version, ask Cassandra." Varric shook his head. "Hawke, Merrill, Bethany and I went in, and got attacked pretty constantly from the moment we went in. The Carta were... fanatical. And apparently after Hawke and Bethany because they were the children of Malcolm Hawke."

Amy blinked. "This was about their dad?" Amy blinked, trying to remember what little Tale of the Champion actually ever mentioned about the man. He had died before the Fifth Blight, he was a mage but he'd also taught Hawke and Bethany's twin Carver how to fight with regular weapons, because he'd been good at swords and spells. He'd been a mercenary before meeting Hawke's mother and she'd run off with him. "Some old enemy from his mercenary days?"

"That's what Hawke figured at first, but no. They mentioned that someone named 'Corypheus' wanted their blood." Varric snorted after a moment, "Hawke made a joke about it - 'With a name like Corypheus, he's bound to go mwa-ha-ha at any moment'. But jokes aside, we had no idea who that was, so we kept going. We should have just killed the Carta in the fort and left, but instead, we followed them underground, to figure out what was going on. Like idiots."

Well, anyone who has delusions of godhood definitely would go mwa-ha-ha, and yeah, that name does have villain vibes, I have to admit. Since apparently this Corypheus was the goddamn Dark Lord of the insane story that was her life now... Hawke was coming off as downright prescient.

"Turns out, the old fort was the top of a massive prison, built by the Gray Wardens back before Andraste launched her Exalted March. And by following the Carta in, we'd locked ourselves in there with them. Only way out was to break all the locks... which was what the Carta wanted anyway. Turns out, the Grey Wardens had forced Malcolm Hawke to use his own blood to renew some ancient magical wards on the place, because the blood of their own mages wouldn't work. Which was why they wanted Hawke's blood - the blood of his children could undo the wards."

"I can guess why..." Amy could only assume the thing that separated the Grey Warden's blood from normal people's blood was the Darkspawn Taint. If Corypheus was a Darkspawn who was a prisoner, non-Tainted blood being the thing to help keep him imprisoned kind of made sense? As much of any of this did anyway.

Felix was here, listening - still eating at least - and Katerina didn't know about the Grey Wardens and the Taint either, and they were kind of supposed to keep that all under wraps, so... she didn't say more.

"Does this have anything to do with that conversation you had with Leliana about Blackwall I wasn't allowed to hear most of?" Katerina asked, and Amy blinked. Right. She had been there for the start of that...

"Yes." Cassandra said quickly. "And do not discuss it further."

"A whole bunch of fighting Darkspawn who had wandered in from the Deep Roads - called by Corypheus's presence, we later figured out - later, and we ran into a half-mad Grey Warden, named Larius. He wanted Hawke to open Corypheus's prison so she could kill him for good, to put an end to Corypheus's whispers in his mind - he was trying to get free. It was also the only way we could get out, and the only way we could get him to stop sending people to try and capture her and Bethany for their blood."

"So you unlocked the prison of the ancient evil." Katerina snorted, "Varric, you're a writer, you had to know that wasn't going to end well."

"Didn't exactly have a lot of choice - rot in the prison with the Darkspawn, or open the locks and kill the guy behind it all. It was just a Darkspawn. We killed plenty of those during our trip to the Deep Roads." Varric countered.

"And now the Divine is dead, and Thedas is in Chaos, and there is a Breach in the Veil." Cassandra growled. "By releasing Corypheus, you may have doomed us all."

She's not wrong. Was all of this Varric's fault? Well, Hawke's fault?

Well, I mean, the Carta were going after her anyway, and Bethany... they might have nabbed her eventually, right? And -

It wasn't all their fault. The Mages and Templars were doing their shit anyway and Hawke saved a bunch of lives there apparently and she killed Knight-Commander Meredith who Cullen thought had been as crazy as Lord Seeker Lucius was now by the end, so...

Fuck.

"I'll be the first agree it wasn't a great plan, and if Corypheus really is the leader of the Venatori, then it didn't fucking work, but would you have just stayed and rotted there forever if you didn't know the prisoner apparently can't be killed?!"

Amy blinked.

Victoria probably wouldn't have volunteered to stay locked in a cell with a bunch of nightmare monsters either under those circumstances. She would have agreed if she knew, but...

"So, Hawke used her blood to open the locks one by one, technically not her doing any blood magic herself, for the record, and deeper and deeper into the damn place we went. We found some old records that said the Grey Wardens had found that even after they killed the Archdemon of the First Blight, there were thinking Darkspawn who could lead portions of the Horde - they trapped the most powerful one, Corypheus in this cell." Varric exhaled slowly.

"Given what I'm about to tell you, I always figured they trapped him to use him. If he really is still alive, and survived the explosion of the Temple of Sacred Ashes... maybe they imprisoned him because they couldn't kill him." Varric paused, took a drink of his beer, and then continued. "Finally, we got all the way to the final part of the prison, and ran into another Grey Warden - Janeka. She was a mage, and she didn't act as crazy as Larius, but... it turned out she was the one who had gotten the Carta into this, had sent the Carta after Hawke in the first place, because she wanted to wake Corypheus and use him to put an end to the Blights forever."

Amy blinked again. "Seriously?" She thought back to Victoria telling her stories about the people who had tried to Master the Endbringers, back when they were new. She supposed if people were stupid enough to try that... She looked at Cassandra. "You weren't kidding when you said the Grey Wardens are obsessed with ending the Blights if they were stupid enough to try that." Amy was a stranger to Thedas. She didn't really understand magic. And she'd never experienced a Blight or fought Darkspawn, but she'd gotten an intimate look at how fucking horrible the Darkspawn Taint was.

And no matter how horrible it was, she knew it was just a fucking stupid idea to try to use the ancient sealed evil 'for good'. It was like Boromir saying that they could use the ring against Sauron, and everyone else pointing out that wouldn't work, because duh.

"She was also stupid enough to try and kill Hawke when Hawke decided that her plan was a very, very bad idea. It didn't end well for her." Varric explained. "Larius claimed that Corypheus had spoken in her mind, whispered or planted ideas. I don't know if it was that coherent... because Corypheus didn't really seem to understand what he was or where he was when Hawke finally opened the last seal."

Varric took another sip of his beer, swallowed, took a breath. "Corypheus woke up and came out of the sarcophagus he'd been locked in and yeah, like Cassandra said - tall gangly bastard, claws for hands, Lyrium embedded in his face. But... he didn't know where he was." Varric paused, thinking, "He said something like 'Be this some dream I wake from? Am I in dwarven lands? Why seem their roads so empty?' He was confused, demanded to be brought to the temple of Dumat, thought we were acolytes, demanded we kneel."

"Dumat was one of the Old Gods of Tevinter," Cassandra supplied, and Amy nodded. The ones who went into the Golden City were the high priests, right?

Smiling, Varric went on, "Hawke, being Hawke, cracked a joke," he pitched his voice a little, making an attempt at what Amy assumed was Hawke's voice. Probably not a very good impression, but, " 'You're a darkspawn. Daaaarkspawn. Ravaging the Deep Roads, spreading the Taint... does this ring a bell?' Then Corypheus started calling for Dumat to give him answers, said they sought some sort of 'golden light' and the power of the gods themselves... and that the light was black and corrupt. He said 'the city' was supposed to be Golden. I've read the Chant of Light. Hawke had, Bethany had... we all knew what that sounded like."

"Turning the Golden City Black with their sin... the Second Sin," Katerina murmured. "But - that -" she opened and closed her mouth several times. "That - even - One of the Magisters Sidereal? Still alive? After so long? That - that doesn't seem... it's impossible! It has to be!"

"Why?" Amy shrugged. "It makes about as much sense as all the rest of the insane crap we've dealt with." Amy started ticking things off, "I got sent here thanks to a tinkertech bomb, a world where the elves and dwarves of fantasy stories are real, magic is a thing and no one has powers. There's a massive fucking hole in the fabric of reality in the sky. Demons are running rampant. I somehow survived the explosion that created that hole, I have this mark on my hand because I interrupted some kind of ritual to sacrifice Divine Justinia, a Tevinter Magister used goddamn time travel to get here and set a trap for me... ancient sealed evil in a box being behind everything seems totally plausible." Amy covered her face with her hands.

I hate every word I just said so much.

"Because -" Katerina went silent, gabbing wordlessly and then, "Well..." she exhaled slowly. "Maker... because I don't want to believe it's real." She finally said softly. "I don't want to believe one of the Magisters Sidereal, who sacrificed hundreds of slaves and brought the Blights to Thedas could be walking the world now. And I... I don't want to have to fight him if he comes for Amy personally." Katerina shook her head slowly. "I will if I have to, to keep Amy alive but..." Katerina looked over at Amy. "Go ahead, call me a coward," she accused.

Oh come on, I wouldn't - I said she was a moral coward, not a... too scared to face the bad guys in a fight kind of coward! Clenching her jaw a moment, Amy relaxed and exhaled slowly. "No... I think not wanting to have to fight the ancient evil wizard who unleashed the nightmare virus on the world is understandable."

"We'll all be better off if the leader of the Venatori turns out to be just using the name and running some insane con job," Varric shook his head. "But... it makes too much sense. The echos, we saw at the ruins of the Temple... the memories of the final moments before it all exploded. That didn't sound like Corypheus, but... the shape of him - remember? Tall, misshappen, clawlike hands...Andraste's ass, I don't want to believe it, but... it's possible, and that's a fact that scares me shitless."

"But you did beat him, at least." Katerina said.

"Nearly died in the process, but yeah. Like I said, no pulse, no breath, he was dead. And Larius seemed... more coherent. Said he couldn't hear Corypheus's whispers in his head anymore. He said he'd tell the Wardens about Janeka, about Corypheus being finally dead... Everything seemed resolved. It seemed."

"And so you went back to Kirkwall, and assumed none of it mattered." Cassandra finished.

"You did too when I told you the story while you were busy holding me at knife point, Seeker!" Varric protested. "If you thought there was any reason to think he'd survived, why didn't you say anything!"

"You were the one who was there, who saw it all, and it never even occurred to you!" Cassandra shouted. She started to lunge at Varric again, but before she could reach him, she stopped herself, hands outstretched, fingers half-bent and she exhaled, dropping her hands by her side and turning away. "I suppose you told the truth. And I would not have believed it possible he could have survived what you did in that fight."

Amy furrowed her brow, thinking.

Intelligent Darkspawn. Can't be killed. Larius suddenly coherent. Damnit, Amy needed to talk to a Grey Warden. Archdemons were reborn unless killed by a Grey Warden. So Darkspawn - or at least, the leaders of them, which the intelligent Darkspawn Corypheus had been one of were, had the ability to cheat dying under the right circumstances. How a Grey Warden landing the killing blow mattered was an open question, but...

"This Larius. He was just mad because of Corypheus's whispers in his head?" Amy asked slowly. "Nothing else?"

"That's what he said." Varric answered. "But Janeka did call him 'half-darkspawn already'. Said that his insistence Corypheus needed to be killed was because of that, because the Taint in him didn't want her to end the Blights by using Corypheus." He cleared his throat. "Where are you going with that?"

The whole thing where Wardens go into the Deep Roads and go down fighting? Amy didn't doubt for a second that the Darkspawn Taint should be present in a Grey Warden's body. But if Wardens all eventually had it go too far, and left to go down fighting, then that meant Larius was probably experiencing that? The Taint could turn people into ghouls, consumed by it, mindless. She'd asked about the term after Felix had mentioned it in the Redcliffe Chantry yesterday. Apparently they would be so far gone to fight alongside Darkspawn and Darkspawn recognized them as one of them, and didn't attack them.

"I have a theory." Amy pinched the bridge of her nose. "Back home, there was this villain. The Butcher. He was just a standard villain - he could make you feel pain pretty much at will, if you were in range. Like, crippling pain. He formed a gang of psychos, freaks and monsters - the Teeth. Complete with wearing the bones and skin of people they killed, supposedly." The Teeth in Brockton Bay were before her time and Thank God for that.

She swallowed.

"Run of the mill villain. But one day, one of his minions kills him, takes over. Calls himself Butcher II. Starts claiming he can hear the voice of the first one in his head." Amy exhaled. "Nobody believed him about that, but he did have the pain blast power of the first guy, in addition to his own, but then a while later, a hero accidentally killed Butcher II in a fight. Got the pain blast, got II's power - I don't remember what it was. He went insane within days - the voices of Butchers I and II. He returned to the Teeth, got killed, and suddenly there was a Butcher IV with the powers of the last 3. There's been 14 Butchers so far. Each one kills the last, gets all the powers... and all the voices. Absolutely insane freakshows, murdering, raping, stealing... some of the Teeth eat people, they say. The point is -"

"What if... Corypheus possessed Larius after he 'died'?"

As Amy finished, there was a silence in the room that finally made Amy understand the 'you could have heard a pin drop' proverb. It wasn't even just silence. It was a stillness.

"Well. Shit." Varric finally said, breaking the silence.
 
Chapter 28 New
Author's Note: There is a bit where we touch on the events of the book 'The Calling', and Fiona summarizes the events from her perspective. I will not actually explain the entire thing 'onscreen', just the parts that are relevant to the story itself. The wiki is available for the curious. I try to keep the exposition to stuff that is relevant in some form - relevant to the specific moment, relevant to future plot threads, or useful for exploring Amy's characterization/moral baggage/etc. So some things do sadly have to be cut.


"Cassandra - what... why did you get so angry at Varric back there?" Amy had - after a very quick check of Felix's biology and an order for him to eat more - rushed out of the room after Cassandra, the older woman leaving once everyone had had a moment to process Amy's theory. She hadn't even apologized to Varric for attacking him or assuming he'd lied.

"I mean, I get you thought he lied but - you were this close to ripping his head off!" Cassandra could get angry, but - when she'd gotten like that in the cell, when Amy had first woken up in Thedas, Cassandra had thought Amy was a mass murderer who had killed like, hundreds of people and the Divine.

She hadn't been accusing Varric of that. Just lying.

Lying about the guy who ended up being the one to blow up the Conclave, but...

"Because I thought the damned dwarf lied," Cassandra said, still walking quickly, finding stairs, leading upwards into a tower. "Because lying is what he does. He lies, he spins stories, he misrepresents the truth, and you're hanging off of his every word until it's too late." Amy had to strain to keep up with the taller woman, jogging to make pace with Cassandra's brisk walk. "The only thing I had ever known about Corypheus was that Varric said he was dead, that he was supposedly one of the seven Magisters who breached the Golden City. And then Alexius described him more or less exactly as Varric did. I made assumptions." They reached a landing on the stairs, and Amy followed Cassandra out onto a balcony that overlooked Redcliffe Castle's courtyard and the town down below in the distance.

"You nearly killed him!" Amy protested. "That's not just assumptions! If you'd slammed him any harder, I'd have to have healed broken bones."

"I know very well what it takes to kill someone, Amy." Cassandra disagreed, leaning forward, resting her arms on the edge of the balcony wall. "I was in no danger of doing that to Varric." She exhaled slowly, "Breaking a bone... perhaps."

"He wouldn't have deserved that either," Amy said. "I mean - I trust Varric as far as I can throw him, sure, rogues with a heart of gold are only a thing in books, but he didn't lie about Corypheus."

"Not about Corypheus, but the man is a liar at heart," Cassandra ground out. "And I at least had reason to believe he was a liar when I burst in." Cassandra flexed her fingers on the edge of the balcony's wall, opening and closing her hand and then she took a breath. "I still should not have done what I did to him, you are correct."

She hadn't done anything serious to Varric, but that was as much accident as anything else. Amy bit her lip, looking at Cassandra. It... didn't make Amy think much less of the woman, but - just a little? That she would react like that when she was angry? Cassandra hadn't been so physical with Amy when she was in that cell...

Maybe because I'm a kid? But like... she thought I was a mass murderer.

Was it just Varric?

"I...I haven't seen you that angry since you were accusing me of being the one behind the explosion at the Conclave, in that cell." Amy said softly. "I... I wasn't - it wasn't that seeing you like that scared me, since you weren't directing the anger at me or anything, but... I - it isn't right to do stuff like that to people who didn't actually do anything wrong."

Slamming an E88 thug against the wall - and not doing serious damage - was one thing. Victoria had done that a few times. The kind of serious life-threatening damage her sister had done six times on the other hand... that was her sister losing control of her anger.

Cassandra hadn't been that bad maybe, but - Cassandra was more than twice her age. More than twice Victoria's age. She should know better.

And - and Varric was an ally and he hadn't done anything wrong. But -

"No. It was not." Cassandra admitted.

"Why did it make you that angry though? It - a lie isn't worth that? Not that lie?" Amy was trying to understand Cassandra, her actions. There was more to it than just the specific lie, right?

There was always more to Victoria's anger at the criminals she beat up than just the specific crime. Amy knew her sister, knew how much the state of the Bay got to her, the fact that nothing was getting better, that nothing their family did, or that the Protectorate and Wards did ever really seemed to matter. And then Victoria wasn' event allowed to go up against most villainous capes.

Not that she'd let Carol and Aunt Sarah's rules really stop her if it came to that, but...

"If he had lied about Corypheus still being alive - knowing that such a threat existed, it - it could have - perhaps the Conclave's destruction could have been prevented. Or it could have saved time with our investigation afterwards." Cassandra didn't sound like she believed her own words.

"Were you guys even considering Tevinter? No one ever mentioned it? I mean, I never asked, but..."

"When in doubt, assuming a Tevinter Magister's conspiracy is always a safe bet," Cassandra explained. "The avenue was being investigated, but as far as I am aware, Leliana never picked up any connection between the destruction of the Temple and these... Venatori. I'm sure she's heard of them, but Tevinter is rife with secret societies and cults dedicated to the Old Gods and preaching a return to the Imperium of Old."

"But there was no proof connecting Tevinter anything to it?" Amy asked, moving to stand next to Cassandra. The balcony's outer wall came up to Cassandra's waist. Higher for Amy, but she could still lean against it, looking out at the village and the lake in the distance below.

"Not that I am aware of." Cassandra bit her lip, staying silent for a long moment, "I should not have done what I did. Varric... he has a unique ability to draw out my anger. But I should still not have done it."

"You shouldn't have," Amy agreed, then said it again more firmly. "You really shouldn't have. I - I don't like seeing you do that."

"I... I am sorry, Amy. Scaring you wasn't my intent."

"I wasn't scared! I just - I know you're a good person, but good people shouldn't do things like that." Amy inhaled slowly then, "My sister... she -" was she really going to tell people about this? Even if there was no chance it would get back to Carol or Aunt Sarah or the PRT... it was supposed to be a secret between her and Victoria. And maybe Dean, if Vicky had ever told him about it.

But... Amy licked her lips and started again. She needed to explain, needed Cassandra to understand what was thinking.

"My sister - when she patrols, catches criminals in the act... sometimes she's caught them after they flee from hurting people really, really badly. Killing kids or... rape," Amy started. "Sometimes - not often, not against how many she's caught - she - she lets her anger get the better of her. She loses control of herself and she hurts them way worse than they need to be to be caught. There are laws, back home, about - about hurting criminals. It's one thing to hurt them when they're fighting back, or to stop them from running away or hurting other people, but... you're supposed to do the minimum amount required, People can get in trouble for doing worse. And you're really not supposed to kill them unless you have no other choice."

"Six times," Amy said after a moment's pause, "Vicky did enough damage to them that they - a couple of them could have died, and the rest... it was too much. She'd have been punished. So she - she'd ask me to heal them, so there'd be no proof of what she did, when they were arrested."

"She's not a bad person! Vicky's a hero. She's good. The best person I know. She just - she loses control and gets angry. She's stopped over two hundred criminals, rescued people from burning buildings, gotten civilians out of the line of fire, taken them to me to heal them so they have a better chance of making it with no complications - she fights to save lives almost every day." Amy was speaking quickly, feeling like she had to make that clear. She didn't like what her sister did to those six criminals, didn't like that her sister asked her to help her cover it up.

New Wave was supposed to be about accountability, but Carol would - Carol would lecture and disapprove and she'd probably find some way to blame Amy for it in the first place, and then ground Vicky and Aunt Sarah would come up with some... stupid PR move, and force Vicky into remedial combat training, or make her work under PRT supervision for a while to earn brownie points with them or take her out of patrol rotation...

Vicky didn't deserve that kind of punishment. Or people looking at her like she was some sort of brutish thug. She already got too much of that bullshit on PHO when people called her Collateral Damage Barbie. Total lies. But because she was blonde and pretty everyone assumed Victoria was stupid and reckless and -

And that's assuming the PRT didn't just start demanding she be roped into the Wards entirely. Or leverage it for favors from New Wave. Or try to rope New Wave into the Protectorate or -

"But the point is, she shouldn't do it, and I hate that she does it, and that she has me heal those people to cover it up and - those bastards at least deserve to be hurt. I just... you shouldn't be so angry you do things like that." Amy exhaled slowly. "Not that I - I've never done anything like that to anyone, but I've felt angry enough to."

Hitting Skitter in the head had been different... if the blow had taken the bug bitch down or she'd surrendered and Amy had kept going... that would have been the same thing as what Vicky did.

"You helped your sister cover up breaking the law?" Cassandra sounded shocked and... upset with her? Or - bothered? Horrified?

Is she - is she going to - she's going to think I'm a criminal and she'll - oh god fuck, no... fuck...

Amy's stomach fell. "I - it's - Vicky doesn't - it's not - she doesn't deserve to be treated like a criminal herself for it! She's my sister and I'm not - I can't just let her - she saves lives, every day. She's a hero!" Amy was speaking quickly, desperate, trying to explain, heart pounding in her chest. "She's not a villain, or a criminal! I - she's good. And you're good too, Cassandra! I'm not - I'm not saying you're bad for getting angry at Varric and shoving him against the wall and - I just - I don't like it when Vicky loses control like that, because she shouldn't. And - I just - I didn't like seeing that with Varric. When you got that angry with me, in the cell... you thought I had killed hundreds of people and -"

"I should not have gotten as angry with you as I did." Cassandra said softly. "I wanted someone to blame, and you were convenient. It... it was not easy to resist the desire to do similar to you as I did to Varric, in that moment of anger."

Amy stiffened. She - she hadn't known that, but -

She doesn't want to do it now... she stopped wanting to do it pretty quickly, right? Once she believed Amy was innocent.

"But I did hold myself back from it. And I could have done it with Varric. You are correct. I should not have done that. But... you should not have helped your sister cover up breaking the law. Though I admit, I find it strange that there are such strict rules about harming criminals still at large, on your world. It would seem... cumbersome to demand the bare minimum of force in all cases. But if that is the law... you should not aid in its breaking."

"I know! I know! I -" Amy closed her eyes. "I know. I know I shouldn't. Each time, I tell myself this is the last time I cover for her. The last time I help her. She's done so much good, but she needs to learn to control her anger better! She needs to not throw dumpsters at them for God's sake!" Granted, it had only been the one time she'd done that, but still. Too much. Too far. And it was the most recent case...

"A dumpster?"

"Big, giant metal boxes we put trash in. They can weigh... a thousand pounds? A ton, even, sometimes? More. They're - they're really heavy. With the sixth guy... she threw one at him. Did serious damage. I told her it was the last time again and - I mean it every time, I do and you're right, I shouldn't do it, but she's my sister! She's the only person I have! I can't - I can't just turn my back!" Amy swallowed, throat feeling tight, trying to keep from feeling too nauseous, feeling a weight of judgement from Cassandra...

Cassandra put a hand on her shoulder gently, and Amy tried to force herself to take a deep breath, focusing on the weight of Cassandra's hand there, on her shoulder.

"I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to-"

"There's nothing to apologize for. You're right. I shouldn't have done it, but I did. You shouldn't do what you did to cover up your sister's actions. But you did. None of us can claim perfection," Cassandra snorted, "Your opinion of your sister is very high, but even you have just admitted she has done things she shouldn't."

"Yeah..." Victoria was as close to perfect as a human could be, of course, but that was still... Amy managed to actually take a deep breath this time, and put her hand over Cassandra's on her shoulder, taking another deep breath. "Sorry." She said again.

"Again, you do not need to apologize." Slowly Cassandra extricated her hand from Amy's shoulder and looked back out off the balcony. She was silent a moment, and then. "I did not want to leave for Kirkwall, when Divine Justinia dispatched Leliana and myself there to retrieve Varric. I worried what leaving her side could do. But she said that his story - the true story, not the version in his book - could perhaps convince both sides at the Conclave that the escalation on both sides was at fault for Kirkwall. That the push and pull of mages and Templars extended back far enough that trying to lay blame was pointless."

The blame is the Chantry's then, isn't it? Amy bit back that response, not wanting to interrupt Cassandra. The blame was not on the mages who were caged up and who Knight-Commander Meredith wanted to murder. Not even a little.

"And we were to find Hawke, if we could." Cassandra added. "Justinia wanted the Champion of Kirkwall to lead the Inquisition, once the Conclave came to a decision, or failed to come to one at all."

"It would be nice if there could be someone here to make decisions, and I could just close rifts and purge Darkspawn Taint from people."

"Perhaps," Cassandra nodded softly. "But she is not here, and when you made a choice for the Inquisition, you did so decisively. I do not think it would have occurred to Hawke to approach both sides."

"I mean, I don't think she's really a fan of the Templars after... you know, everything."

"Not in the least. But in the months leading up to Meredith's attempt to purge the Gallows, Kiandra Hawke did try to keep things from boiling over, on both sides." Cassandra explained. "But she would have seen firsthand how hard it would be to try to get both sides to work together."

I thought she said she was trusting me to - Amy closed her eyes, trying to push down on that thought. Cassandra wasn't - she wasn't trying to -

"You managed to resolve matters here in Redcliffe far easier than could have been anticipated. And... I think it is likely that Grand Enchanter Fiona will not be in much position to refuse to work with the Templars, if we can convince them to work with the Inquisition." Cassandra added.

"It only went easier because we were lucky. Alexius being here kind of killed the need for negotiations, and his son had the Darkspawn Taint... if he'd just been a fanatic who worshipped Corypheus..."

"Perhaps," Cassandra admitted. "But we deal with the world as it exists, not the world it could have been." She set her jaw, "Or perhaps I should say - we should deal with the world as it exists."

"As I said, I did not want to leave the Divine's side to retrieve Varric, to find Hawke. Our search for Hawke proved fruitless, and Varric claimed he did not know where she was. Or how to get in contact with her."

"You didn't believe him?"

"Contrary to what Varric may believe, I am not a gullible fool. I had hoped Varric could be convinced, but we ran out of time before we had to return to Haven... as it was, it was too late. If he had just told us, or - not spun his stories! I ask myself every night... if we had returned from Kirkwall faster. Made better time. Rode harder. Looked harder for Hawke... questioned Merrill more intently. Could the Divine's death have been prevented? Perhaps Corypheus would have been too powerful to defeat, but... perhaps I could have gotten her out of the Temple. Had she lived... the task of the Inquisition, of securing peace, would have been far easier. Had I been there, I -" Cassandra cut herself off, then, "Had I been there, perhaps Regalyan may not have died. Perhaps I could have prevented it."

"And maybe you'd have died!" Amy countered. "Everyone else did. We still don't know how I survived. Unless Alexius said how."

"He claims Corypheus only said your interruption disrupted the ritual," Cassandra explained. "Magical rituals can be quite delicate. It could be as simple as you jostling his arm or knocking over some implement or tool."

"And that translates to me surviving how?" Really? That's how his plan to become a god failed? Because I kicked over a candle or just... jostled his arm? It didn't sound very fitting to a real epic fantasy plot. But then... this wasn't a story. This was a chapter in the hell that was her life. And it wasn't the first time Amy had realized her life was a farce, sometimes.

Give the girl who doesn't want a fucking power the most nightmarish power possible! Make it so she can change people's brains! Except the one brain she would actually like to! One day. One day without her own Manton Limit.

Fuck. One hour. Less. Just... make it so she could stop being a gross, incestious freak. Change her own mind so she wouldn't hate healing so much. Make it so she could get by on less sleep, so she could save more lives...

Make the ugly plain Jane of New Wave the one that has the biggest following, the one everyone calls a miracle. Give her a power that makes her stand out, makes everyone's eyes on her.

A fucking farce.

"We do not know. Perhaps being close to the center of the blast preserved you. Perhaps something about your power somehow saved you. And... it is possible the Maker chose to preserve you. That Andraste did act to protect you, knowing we would need you, your abilities, your mark... your passion for what is right." Amy made a face at Cassandra's words, and Cassandra sighed. "I know you do not believe, Amy, but your survival was a miracle. It could not have happened outside of the Maker's sight."

"Remind me to send him a fruit basket," Amy muttered then she flushed. If it was anyone else, she would have left it at that, but, "I'm sorry. I - I know this... the whole... religion thing matters to you." Insulting Cassandra's beliefs was a bad idea. And a distraction. "I don't know how I survived... and unless Corypheus decides to give us an answer, I don't think we ever will."

"Likely not," Cassandra agreed quietly. She clenched her jaw a moment, relaxed, opened and closed her hands again. "As I said... we should deal with the world as it exists, not as it might have... but the question remains. If I had not let Varric waste so much of my time. If I had tried harder, moved faster. If I had found Hawke, or -" She exhaled. "And so, when there was a chance Varric had lied about Corypheus..." she shook her head. "I saved Divine Beatrix from more than one attempt on her life, not just the one everyone asks me about. And I did the same for Justinia. And when I was parted from her..."

"I should apologize to him," Cassandra changed topics midthought - well, not completely. Amy knew who she meant. "He will be insufferable about it."

"Can Varric get more insufferable?" He wasn't always bad to talk to - he had some funny stories and he was funny and... it was nice to be distracted from things talking to him, but he was still playing his 'rogue with a heart of gold' schtick. And he kept trying to get a rise out of her.

And it keeps fucking working.

"Yes." Cassandra said simply. "I am not convinced there is a limit to Varric's ability to be insufferable." She shook her head. "I should not have reacted so poorly, nor attacked him as I did. I will apologize. And... I can only try to not let myself be haunted by questions of what could have been. And neither should you, Amy."

Amy blinked. "What?"

"You are correct, that we got lucky, in a way, that Alexius was here, that he wanted to trap you, that he made negotiations unnecessary, and that saving his son is something you can do, and something that stopped him. But... we deal with the world we have. It speaks well, that you adapted. That you chose to take the risk of being bait to draw Alexius's attention. And... even if Alexius had not given up, you would not have let Felix die to the Taint anyway."

"Fuck no. I'm not letting that shit win," Amy said. "Nobody deserves to die to that stuff."

"Exactly. I do not know what will face us at Therinfal redoubt. If the Lord Seeker plans a trap there, or if he might turn on us later, or perhaps Cullen's fears are unfounded. I do not know how difficult the negotiations will be, especially given what we have promised to the mages, but... your success here, benefitted by fortune or not, gives me hope that your idea of approaching both sides might actually work." Cassandra concluded. "You have done well, Amy. Remember that."



"You are insane. I should have known better than to trust a member of the Seekers of Truth with my people's safety!" Fiona protested.

"If I agreed with Lord Seeker Lambert that forcing the mages into submission, I would have joined him when he broke with the Chantry" Cassandra explained, teeth clenched, arms crossed in front of her chest. "The Inquisition will honor its promise to your people."

"I would not trust your word, Seeker Pentaghast! You are no friend to the cause of mages!" Fiona accused.

"I would not call myself a friend to your cause, but I meant what I said when the Circles as they were failed, and that there can be no return to the way things were."

"And yet, you would have the Inquisition ally with those who would return us to our prisons, or worse, kill us all to wipe the slate clean! If you genuinely felt as you said, you would not have proposed this madness!" Fiona snapped. "It is obviously your suggestion, Seeker-"

"It wasn't Cassandra's idea!" Amy shouted from the doorway, walking in quickly. The two were arguing in the castle library, the day after the confrontation with Alexius, the day after learning about Corypheus. After her talk with Cassandra on the balcony she'd returned to getting Felix to eat as much as possible, waited for him to digest, and then purged more Taint. That would be the routine until he was done, really. And now, this morning, she'd just finished purging more

These last two times she'd gotten more Darkspawn Taint out of Felix than the first two, because she knew for sure he would be replenishing as fast as he could, and because she was getting better at modifying white blood cells to resist the corruption.

Better as in, they lasted for like, twelve seconds at a time, which was still an improvement. Every second they lasted was less of Felix's own mass that she had to turn into more white blood cells as they dragged and pushed the Taint out of his body.

And she might get it even more - fifteen seconds, maybe even twenty, with practice. Every time, she learned a little more about the Darkspawn Taint and how it worked, how it changed other life to be like it.

As nice as it would be, Amy didn't think she would ever be able to make white blood cells that would be Taint-Proof (and thus make it so someone could be immune to the Taint). The Darkspawn Taint was changing constantly, shifting, adapting. It had only the one constant, which was that it was a fucking nightmare virus that wanted to propagate itself endlessly.

Varric had told her that Amy might want to head to the library, because Fiona and Cassandra were arguing about the plan to go to the Templars. About her plan. She'd left Felix with Dorian and instructions to eat a very large, very hearty late breakfast, and hurried to the library.

"Going to the Templars wasn't Cassandra's idea," Amy said again, closing the door to the library behind her. What right did Fiona have to run around accusing Cassandra of wanting to put mages back in the Circles?! Cassandra had made it clear where she stood! Cassandra was good, damnit! Not some 'cage the mages' extremist.

No, that's Vivienne's job.

"It was mine. And it wasn't because I think the Circles are a good idea, or that the Templars aren't mostly jackasses."

"Then why? You have what you need to close the Breach, and there can be no peace with the Templars. What would they accept, other than our surrender, a return to what was before? A return to the same system that oppressed my people, slaughtered them at will and used Tranquility to tear their very beings from them. And then tried to hide the cure for Tranquility when it was discovered!"

"And if that's the only deal they'll take, then fuck them. I'll just leave and go back to Haven, close the Breach with just you guys and everyone can know the Templars chose spite over saving the world. Sounds like a win for you." Amy said flatly. "It's worth knowing when I came up with the plan to approach both you and the Templars for help, I had no idea either of you would say yes, or that Alexius would be here to... simplify things."

"If not a return to the Circles, what could you possibly offer the Templars?" Fiona asked, sounding calmer at least, like maybe she was actually willing to listen.

Amy took a breath and closed her eyes, organizing her thoughts, thinking back to the preparations she'd made for the negotiations with the Lord Seeker. She was going to not mention the 'steal the Templars out from under the Lord Seeker' plan since that was -

Less people knew it... probably a good thing.

"Glory, for the Lord Seeker, since that's what he seems to want. Validation that he matters, that he's the big hero. That the Templars are the guardians of Thedas and deserve the respect of the people. He'll get all of that by being part of closing the Breach. By allying with the Inquisition. And he'll get even more when the Inquisition - hopefully with the help of the mages too - takes down Corypheus." Cassandra had said she would tell Fiona about Corypheus after they left the balcony yesterday.

It honestly seemed like a good idea to get the people whose whole thing was disrupting magic to be on their side when the evil guy behind everything was an ancient wizard from a thousand years ago on an evil quest to become a god. "As for the rest... better access to lyrium. Reforms to the internal structure of the order. The chance to negotiate better terms with the Chantry and the governments of Thedas. Things like loosening the rules about letting Templars get married."

Amy scoffed, "It would be one thing if they just banned Templars from being married. Chantry clergy can't after all, so it would make sense. But to make it so they can get married if they get special approval is just silly. And stupid."

"Peace cannot be secured so easily," Fiona challenged.

"Why? Both sides were willing to sit down and talk before. You can't fight all of Thedas, and neither can they, and by the time the Conclave happened, you'd all pissed off a lot of people, right?" Fiona hesitated a moment, then nodded in response to Amy's question. "Right now, the Inquisition is who people are looking to..." she swallowed, taking a deep, slow breath.

And I'm the one they're all looking to. The entire fucking continent had their eyes on her and she hated it so much. If she had to be stuck here, couldn't she just heal people while... someone else had the mark? Someone else could be the Herald?

"So you both help us, we help you, we help them. Everyone gets what they want and they stop fighting." Amy started to pace, "That's the best case scenario for it. Failing that, at the very least, you're not fighting each other, which is probably the last thing Corypheus and the Venatori want. He blew up the Conclave, ending the peace talks. Alexius took advantage of your fear of the Templars to trick you into signing yourselves over to him. So fighting each other helps the bastard who killed the Divine."

She was making this part up as she went, but it made sense. It was the same basic logic as the Endbringer Truce. Don't fucking fight each other when there's bigger problems to deal with.

That's it.

"Don't think of this as peace, if you really think peace isn't so easy. Think of it as a 'truce'. Like what's going on in Orlais. They're probably arguing about what color the tablecloth is going to be at the negotiating table, but they're not fighting anymore. Deal with the Breach, deal with Corypheus, and then everyone can revisit the question of peace or not. Maybe you can all park yourselves in an empty valley somewhere and kill each other away from everyone else until one side wins." Amy pulled a hand down her face. "I don't suggest it, but if that's what you want to do, go for it. Just - after the Breach is closed. And after Corypheus is dealt with."

And after I'm back home. Once the Breach was closed... they wouldn't need her, right? They could... they could find a way home. She'd have some goodwill, the Inquisition could spend a bit getting every magical expert who might know something to look into the problem of how to open a portal back to Earth-Bet? Somehow?

Please?

"Truce," Fiona said slowly, trying out the word, as if testing it for flavor. "You paint an appealing picture, and I appreciate your honesty. And it is not as if my people have much choice. If we reject working with the Inquisition, our prospects for freedom plummet, and I still have little hope King Alistair will allow us to stay in Ferelden on our own. And nowhere else will be as welcoming as Ferelden was, originally." She looked away, exhaling slowly, a distant, distracted expression on her face for a long moment, before, "And... you are right. The rest of Thedas wants this war to be over. That is why I agreed to the talks in the first place. Turning down the chance to be part of the closing the Breach merely because the Inquisition allied with the Templars as well would do us no favors."

"It would not," Cassandra agreed.

"If I am to continue with sending many of people to Haven, and dispersing the rest to your other outposts and positions across the Hinterlands and elsewhere, then I will expect the Inquisition to ensure that the Templars do not harass them, assuming the Templars see reason."

"Yeah that seems fair." Amy admitted. She looked over at Cassandra.

"I would agree. I doubt any such efforts will be perfect, but we can ensure that any - on either side - who disturb the shared peace are punished, according to the severity of their actions."

Amy thought back to what Cullen had said to Katerina like... a month and a half ago, or more? About being punished for riling up Templars. "Flinging insults can be punished with filling latrine trenches, and we work up from there?"

Fiona smiled, "Acceptable terms, for the time being. I hope the Inquisition holds to them." Turned, started for the other door out of the library, then paused, turning back around. "I assume the Inquisition intends to contact the Grey Wardens about Corypheus. He is a Darkspawn, and you said he was in one of their prisons for a thousand years."

"The Wardens in Ferelden and Orlais seem to have largely vanished. Even Nevarra and the Free Marches seem more empty of them at this point. It is a mystery Leliana has devoted some time to solving, to no avail."

"You might want to send a letter directly to Weisshaupt." Fiona suggested. "I know for a fact Corypheus is not the only intelligent Darkspawn to have been active in this Age. He calls himself the Architect. I do not believe he is working with Corypheus, but the Wardens learned of him three decades ago, and with any luck, information about him might also hold true for Corypheus."

"...you're kidding me? Two?! Great. Another ancient unkillable evil wizard. Just what we needed." Amy muttered.

"There could be as many as seven, if Corypheus truly was one of the Magisters Sidereal," Fiona cautioned.

"Fun. But only one that we know is trying to do something actively, and another who is... around? Why do you think he's not working with Corypheus?"

"Because I was held captive by him once, thirty years ago. If not for Corypheus, I would assume he had never been a human... but if Corypheus was, then so was he, most likely. He spoke nothing of Tevinter, and his only interest in the Old Gods was killing the remaining ones where they stept, to prevent them from becoming Archdemons and leading new Blights."

Amy blinked. "That... almost sounds like a good thing? Is that - would that work? Aren't the Old Gods already the Archdemons?"

"That is the Chantry's teaching on the matter, but the Grey Wardens have discovered that it is not quite so simple. The Old Gods slumber deep beneath the earth, and the Darkspawn seek them out. When they find them, they infect them with the Taint, turning them into Archdemons and beginning a Blight." Fiona explained.

"You left the Wardens decades ago, and you were never one of high rank. How do you know this? I cannot imagine this is a secret they share widely, nor one they would like you to spread," Cassandra asked, eyes narrowed.

"I know because the Architect explained his plan, and the other Wardens who were part of our expedition when it was captured confirmed there was some truth to what he said. As to if it would work... I cannot say. But the Architect's other goal was madness, and the true danger of him. He claimed to want to secure permanent peace between mortals and Darkspawn by spreading the Taint to all thinking beings in Thedas, in a way that would turn all into a hybrid of human or elf or dwarf or even Qunari, and Darkspawn. His plan was stopped, and he fled into the Deep Roads... I was sent back to Weisshaupt to give a report, as one of the few survivors - the only one on that expedition that still lives, now - and to take part in the effort to track and deal with the Architect, before he could try again. Unfortunately, the magic he used to try to kill me, to turn me into some twisted hybrid of elf and darkspawn, when it was undone, made it impossible for me to serve as a Warden, despite efforts to correct it. I was unable to remain a Warden, and returned to the Circle. I do not know what became of the efforts to find or deal with the Architect since."

Unable to remain a Warden, and it couldn't be corrected... If Amy didn't know that Wardens drank Darkspawn blood, and if she didn't know that meant they had Taint in their systems, then she might not have been able to guess what Fiona meant. But... she did know those things...

She decided to try very hard not to think about the horrifying prospect of the Taint being spread to everyone on Thedas.

"In other words, you stopped having the Taint in your system and now you're what, immune to it?" This could be huge. "Because all Grey Wardens have the Darkspawn Taint, right?"

"You know?" Fiona eyed Cassandra, "I suppose it would make sense that the Seekers of Truth knew. It is a difficult secret to keep completely for centuries."

"The Seekers only ever guessed," Cassandra answered. "But when I told Amy the theory, she became quite certain it was true." Amy imagined Cassandra was covering for Leliana spilling the beans? She didn't know if it mattered, but she'd play along.

"I see. In answer to your question Amy, yes, the Architect's magic sped up a process that all Wardens go through known as the Calling - the Taint accelerates near the end, and consumes a Warden, turning them into more than a ghoul, but less than a Darkspawn. When we feel it beginning, a Grey Warden is to go to the Deep Roads, and take as many Darkspawn with them as they can. It usually takes a decade, sometimes as many as three."

"But in my case," Fiona continued, "the reversal of the Architect's magic removed all of the Taint from my body and every attempt to repeat the Joining failed. I did not die, but I was not a Warden. After several failures, I was sent back to the Circles. A Warden without the Taint cannot be a Warden."

"So... no Taint, no killing the Archdemon?" That was the thing Wardens were for, above and beyond everything else, right? "Does that mean we need a Warden to kill Corypheus for him to stay dead, land the killing blow instead of just... being there?"

"If this Larius truly was possessed by Corypheus after his 'death', then it may not be so simple," Fiona sighed, then, "If the Wardens found out I was telling you all this..." she shook her head.

"It is not information we intend to spread widely." Cassandra assured her. "But if it will aid us in dealing with Corypheus, then we must know."

Mostly what Amy wanted to know was if Fiona was immune to the Taint, and if so, how. And if Amy could replicate it. Was it all magical bullshit or like, actual antibodies or something similar? Was it anything she could put into effect for Felix? Even if it wouldn't make him or anyone else immune, maybe she could make white blood cells that resisted longer with whatever she picked up from Fiona?

Of course, she's an efl, and that could mean there's all kinds of bullshit going on there.

But the question of how to kill Corypheus for good was an important one...

"I know. Still, it is a difficult habit to break. There are good reasons the truth of the Joining is kept secret, let alone the rest." She paused for a moment, as if gathering her thoughts, then, "When an Archdemon is slain, its soul seeks the nearest Darkspawn, and in a matter of days, it will return to its prior form from that new body. But when a Grey Warden lands the killing blow, the Taint in their body tricks the Archdemon into trying to possess the Grey Warden"

"And that kills it? But it didn't kill Corypheus."

"A Darkspawn is a soulless entity without conscious will. A Grey Warden has a soul. Two souls in one body cannot stand, and it is the struggle between them that destroys both, killing the Warden who lands the killing blow on the Archdemon. In War, Victory. In Peace, Vigilance. In Death, Sacrifice."

Amy could hear the capital letters as she quoted what had to be a motto, official or otherwise. She swallowed, as she pondered what Fiona said. You have to be willing to die to kill an Archdemon. But... it ended a Blight. It seemed like a deal, really.

In Death, Sacrifice. Amy wasn't sure she believed the thing about souls and souls destroying each other. She didn't want to believe souls really were a thing in Thedas, in the sense of an afterlife being real. But whatever else, people believed they were real here in Thedas.

"Destroying both." Cassandra said softly, "You mean to say that the soul of a Grey Warden who kills an Archdemon does not pass to the Maker's side?"

"It is of course impossible to say with certainty," Fiona demurred, "But that has always been the Warden's understanding."

"Christ," Amy muttered. "Okay, then what does that mean for killing Corypheus? You said it's not so simple as having a Gray Warden land the killing blow."

"I doubt it is so simple," Fiona explained. "Whatever the nature of Corypheus's soul, it must be different from that of an Archdemon. If he did possess Larius after 'dying' rather than another Darkspawn that might have been present in the prison, and survived, then something about how his soul changed bodies was different than how an Archdemon's soul does. Though like an Archdemon, his soul appears to have twisted his new body into his previous form, from what I gather."

"So it would seem," Cassandra nodded.

"So... kill him without any Grey Wardens or Darkspawn nearby?"

"A reasonable theory, but dependent on what qualifies as 'nearby'." Cassandra paced a few steps as she went on: "There are no signs of Grey Wardens or Darkspawn were anywhere near the Conclave, before or after the explosion as far as I am aware. So the range cannot be short."

"There is no range limit on an Archdemon's rebirth. If it were known, it would be the preferred tactic for eliminating it, or at least known as an option." Fiona pointed out.

Amy nodded, "Kill all the Darkspawn for ten miles around and then kill the Archdemon. Assuming it would be that simple when you have a rampaging horde of nightmare monsters running around."

"Also true," Fiona nodded. "I am not a scholar of Darkspawn Lore, and the Grey Wardens have spent centuries studying Darkspawn, the Archdemons and the Taint. Weisshaupt holds copies of all discoveries, reports, and information learned about them. At times, it feels like there are as many archivists there working to study and preserve those records as there are soldiers. The headquarters of the Order is as much administrative as military now."

"I shall have Josephine send inquiries, but I wonder how helpful they will be. When the Seekers investigated reports of a magical disturbance at the site of Corypheus's present - not that we knew it was that - the Grey Wardens were already there, and they told us it had been a Darkspawn incursion, one that cost them an entire unit. They did not mention Corypheus, Larius, Janeka or even that Hawke had been there."

"The Wardens have long been a secretive order. I would prevail on any friends I had left in the Order to provide you help in learning what you need, but I am afraid all the friends I had in the Order are dead by now. Indeed, it is likely there are none left alive save for a small handful that were Wardens when I was one."

She got untainted three decades ago. Give it a year to find out she couldn't be re-Wardened... yeah, I guess that tracks.

"But with any luck, the fact that a Darkspawn like Corypheus is behind the Breach will convince them to lift that secrecy now." Fiona added with a sigh.

"Let's hope so. I'm getting really fucking tired of people in Thedas being unwilling to work together." Amy pulled a hand down her face. Her brain felt overstuffed, ready to burst. Everything she was learning was getting all jumbled up in there, and it would take a while to sort it all out, but she could focus on a few important things.

Well, just the one, really.

"So, you never actually said: Are you immune to the Taint?"

"I believe so, but I have little desire to test it by exposing myself to the Taint again. It could be that my immunity has worn off, or it could only apply to the Joining and not other means of being exposed..."

"Understandable," Amy could just get it out of her body if Fiona was actually infected, but she could hardly just ask the woman to volunteer for medical experimentation. She sighed and chewed on her lower lip, thinking for a moment, then, "If you give me your hand, maybe I can take a look at your biology - the underlying way your body works - and maybe I can figure out how you're immune. Maybe use that to make treating Felix go faster, easier. And then do the same for other people." She grimaced, "Probably not,since you're an elf and elven biology makes me want to tear my hair out, but it's worth trying."

"What do you mean, about elven biology?" Fiona asked, her voice cautious suddenly.

"It makes no damn sense!" Amy ranted, gesticulating, "Elves look so much like humans on the outside, but under the skin, different but in the most godawful weird way. All that would be fine, but despite being nothing like humans biologically, or even biochemically in the details, elven bodies function like human ones. You process the same foods in the same ways for the same effect, get sick from the same things in the same ways... it's madness!"

"Humans and elves should not get sick the same way?"

"No! Things that are that different shouldn't get sick in the same way! It would be like," Amy paused, then settled on a terrible analogy so she could avoid having to go into DNA and Adenine, Guanine et cetera. "A tree can't catch a plague from a human, and humans can't usually catch the kind of diseases that might afflict a tree. And even if a disease could be transferrable, it's going to have a different effect!"

"..but humans and elves are more similar than humans and trees," Fiona said as if it was obvious.

"Nope," Amy said flatly, "Only on the surface. In the details, not even close."

"That seems rather difficult to believe."

"Perhaps, but Amy's abilities give her unique insights into this matter." Cassandra cut in. "So I am inclined to believe her. Why would she lie about it?"

"You perhaps have something of a point," Fiona said slowly, eying Amy. After a moment, she extended her hand and Amy took it.

The first thing Amy noticed was the - expected - utter lack of any taint. On a quick pass, her biology looked pretty normal for an elven woman in what Amy assumed was her fifties. Looking closer, she picked up that Fiona had had a child at some point decades ago, but that was irrelevant. She examined the 'white blood cells' (not that elves had those but the things they did have functioned almost exactly the same way) and they looked normal for an elf, which suggested if there was anything physical to this, it would be antibody related. Probably.

Maybe.

She examined the elven equivalent of the biological systems that 'stored' information regarding antibodies. Unfortunately... Amy had nothing. What she was picking up showed that Fiona had the capacity to make antibodies that she hadn't seen in other elves, but if they applied to the Taint in any sense... she couldn't say. Grimacing, Amy pulled her hand back.

"Judging from your expression, that was not helpful?"

"Not really," Amy let out a frustrated sigh, one hand going into her hair and pulling out through it, shaking a few strands of hair that got caught up in her fingers off her hand. "If I could touch an active Gray Warden, preferably an elf and compare, I might be able to work out something useful." That or if she could expose Fiona to the Taint and see how her body fought back against it, but that wasn't going to happen.

I could maybe clone part of her antibody creation system - her Memory B cell equivalents and immunoglobulin equivalents and stuff? Amy closed her eyes and pushed that thought down. It was enticing, more enticing than ,most times she'd had the thought to do something with her powers she shouldn't. It was even harmless, in theory, but... how would she explain it, how would she get the cloned material out of Fiona, and - and-

It was a slippery slope. Once she justified doing that, what else might she justify to herself?

"The problem is that the Taint is as much magical Fade bullshit as actual physical biology, if not more. And I can't do anything with magical Fade bullshit."

Mages can't heal the Taint, but if I could combine what I do with a mage trying to cure it... There had to be records of attempts to treat and cure the Taint, magical and alchemical and just mundane medicine. Alexius had crafted those powders that slowed down the Darkspawn Taint in Felix, and he had to have done the research on previous attempts to heal it, so he knew what didn't work, if nothing else.

It was a start. She could ask Alexius. If he didn't have all the records and stuff on hand, he could probably have it sent from his fancy estate?

"Unfortunate, but unsurprising. That you are able to expel the Taint from those afflicted with it is an achievement in of itself."

"Yeah, but I'd rather get it done faster, or find a way to make more people immune... though I guess as long as there are Archdemons, can't make everyone immune." Which... was a horrifying reality, really. That vulnerability to a nightmare virus was essential for saving lives and stopping a horde made of said nightmare virus. Led by a demon-dragon-god-thing that was also super infected by said nightmare virus.

Isn't Thedas just grand!?

"Thanks for letting me look," Amy added as an after thought, stepping away, annoyed it had been so useless, but trying not to blame Fiona.

"Tell us the entire story of your encounter with this Architect," Cassandra said. "Even if they are not allies nor identical in means or motives, they are similar beings. Every detail could matter."

"Very well. Though, perhaps we could sit and send for a light meal?" Cassandra nodded and Fiona nodded back, "Thank you."

Once they were all sitting and a servant had been asked to get some food, Fiona began, "It was thirty years ago, so the details are not as vivid as they once were, though it is impossible to forget some parts of the tale, and I will do my best for the rest." Fiona paused, took a small breath and went on, "It started when the brother of the Warden-Commander of Orlais was supposedly captured by Darkspawn... he was, but it proved to be far more complicated than that..."



Another two days of purging Darkspawn Taint from Felix - she had gotten his white blood cells to last sixteen seconds against the Taint now - then getting him to eat a ton, then doing other things, then purging, then more eating and so forth, she had finally finished with him that afternoon. He was 'cured'. Entirely Taint free, as far as she could tell. As far as Alexius could tell too, when he examined his son with his magic.

Everyone was now making ready to leave Redcliffe. Most of the mages had left this morning - about a hundred would be going to Haven, the most combat capable of them, since they'd have the most experience channeling the kind of power needed to help close the Breach. The rest, including enough capable of guarding the elderly and the apprentices and the less combat capable, would be distributed to the various positions of the Inquisition, or the lands of nobles friendly to the Inquisition who were willing to host mages while more permanent solutions were worked out.

Apparently the Inquisition had an entire villa in the Hinterlands now, one that had been taken over by bandits, and had taken over a half-ruined fort as well, giving them plenty of places to house the Mages for now.

Alexis and Felix would be going back to Haven tomorrow when Amy and company left, accompanied by some mages and - importantly - soldiers of the Inquisition on rotation back to Haven from the Hinterlands, including a few former members of the Templars. Felix was going to stay protected - if he went back to Tevinter, he was at serious risk of the Venatori killing him in revenge for Alexius's betrayal. As for Alexius...

Well, no one had used the word prisoner - at least not around Amy - but from what Amy had picked up, that's basically what he was. House arrest maybe, rather than a cell, but he was a prisoner. Either because Cassandra wanted to make sure he was on hand if he had lied, or so he wasn't tempted to go back to the Venatori, or to pump him for more information (he'd shared what he did know about the Venatori, which was less than one might like: some names, and some general plans, including that Corypheus apparently had plans to raise an army of demons - a difficult prospect apparently, magically speaking - and that Corypheus planned to sabotage the peace talks in Orlais in some fashion) or something.

Or maybe he was being punished for what he did, but... politely, since he had helped them. Amy wasn't sure if there was actually a law against bending time, but the Chantry might have rules about 'dangerous magic'. Or it could be the 'attempting to effectively enslave the mage rebels and kicking the Arl of Redcliffe out of his castle' thing.

Alexius had gladly handed over his notes on his research into treating the Darkspawn Taint, including his recipe for the powders he had used to slow the Taint's growth in Felix. She had even had Felix take some while she was touching them to see them in action.

In effect, it seemed like they could actually damage part of the Taint, though it took the better part of two hours for Amy to see a real visible effect. The outer edges of the mass in Felix's body would actually sort of... dissolve, but it couldn't do more. Amy's best guess was either it wasn't powerful enough (and probably couldn't be without the powders hurting Felix - the dose made the poison and all) or that it targeted and damaged a specific part of the Darkspawn Taint in Felix's body.

Just because it was all one shifting, unreadable, untouchable mass to her biological 'senses' didn't mean the Darkspawn Taint might not have its own individual cells and 'parts'. Perhaps the powders damaged or even destroyed the specific parts of the Taint that could assimilate new mass, so it had to regrow those parts to continue to keep converting more of Felix's biomass into itself.,

The damage didn't last, but still.

Unfortunately, she couldn't recreate the effects of the powder herself and then try to expand on it. The physical side, maybe - it was made up of a number of dried and powdered herbs, including a rare strain of elfroot known as 'Gossamer Elfroot', as well as the powder of a mineral called Silverite. Apparently Silverite - not the most common metal - was supposedly good against poisons and according to Katerina, the stories said it could be used to make weapons that were more effective than normal steel against Darkspawn.

If she could touch live versions of all the herbs, she could probably recreate the chemical compounds of the powder herself. As it stood, she could maybe do that now, having seen it in Felix's bloodstream.

But she could recreate the magic Alexius worked over the powder after it's mixing, which seemed to be as important as the materials themselves. It had still given her ideas and the rest of Alexius's notes would hopefully give her more.

"I hear you've declared war on the Taint," Dorian's voice pulled Amy away from the notes Alexius had made on the effects of the progression of the Darkspawn Taint - and comparing Felix to previous records on previous victims. For eight months since infection, Felix had been doing great. Alexis's various flailing efforts had helped buy his son time.

"Where the hell did you hear that?" Declaring war on the Darkspawn Taint?! That was absolutely - that was - okay maybe that wasn't the worst interpretation of what she'd said about that stuff?

"A little bird told me you were heard telling that redheaded bodyguard of yours you were going to 'find a way to destroy that nightmarish shit everywhere, one way or the other.' The nightmarish shit being the Taint. Did I hear wrong?"

"No, that's what I said, and I guess... I guess that is a declaration of war. Let me guess," Amy reached for and took a sip from her coffee. She tried to limit herself to one cup a day to conserve her supply of beans - which was far from infinite - but this was her second of the day, needed for wading through all the dense notes and research written in Alexius's handwriting. "The little bird has a crossbow and too much chest hair?"

"Possibly," Dorian all but confirmed. "Speaking of your bodyguard, where is she? Aren't you worried some Venatori assassin will attack you while you're vulnerable?"

"Katerina's off over there in the shelves looking for something to read," Amy gestured to the left. "If anyone comes in trying to kill me, there's Arthur, over there." She gestured to a dimly lit corner of the library, and a short man wearing leather armor, twin daggers at his belt and a bow and arrow slung over his shoulder. Cassandra had decided that at least as long as they were in Redcliffe, Amy needed two guards on her at all times. Arthur was one of the men from Ser Marius's squad. He hadn't responded much to attempts to chat.

"I see. And I suppose if nothing else, you can threaten to smash your staff into their pretty face?"

Amy rolled her eyes, "I doubt any assassins sent by the Venatori would have faces as pretty as yours is."

"Well, that much is obvious," Dorian agreed cheerfully.

"I'm not going to apologize for saying that in the Chantry the other day." Amy had meant it now, and the handful of times she'd spoken to Dorian or heard him speaking to someone else - he and Ser Marius had flirted increasingly suggestively for several minutes at dinner last night - only reinforced how the man's entire smug vibe set her teeth on edge. Thank fuck he didn't have a Thinker power. "But," she added, tersely, "You did help with Alexius, so thank you." He had helped save her life so...

"Always good to be appreciated, though I get the distinct impression you don't like me." Dorian cocked an eyebrow, tone still playful.

"Don't take it too personally. She doesn't like most people." Katerina said, walking towards them, a book in hand. Dorian looked at the title and rolled his eyes.

"Throne of Blood and Slaves, really? I would think a Ferelden Arl wouldn't have a copy of such overwrought Orlesian propaganda."

"I think not liking Tevinter is the one thing Nevarra, Orlais and Ferelden all have in common," Katerina suggested. "What's your problem with this book?"

"Where do I even begin? While I'll be the first to admit too many of my countrymen resort to blood magic, the Imperial Chantry does not-"

"Did you want something or are you just here to hear yourself talk?" Amy interrupted. "If you're just here to talk about the book Katerina has, can you both do it somewhere else in the library so I can focus?"

"Well, I do quite like to hear myself talk," he lowered his voice and leaned in conspiratorily, "I always have such interesting things to say," then his grin vanished and his tone lost all mirth. "That said, I do actually have something I came to say. Or rather, ask." He gestured to the empty chair across from Amy, while Katerina moved to sit down next to Amy. "May I?"

"Yeah, sure."

Once seated, Dorian went on: "I'll be direct - I want to join your Inquisition." His voice was entirely earnest, no hint of joke or sarcasm.

Amy nearly choked on the lukewarm coffee she was halfway through swallowing. Coughing, Amy cleared her throat twice, seeing similar surprise on Katerina's face, then finally: "What?"

"Your Inquisition," Dorian repeated, "I want in." Still earnest.

"It's not my Inquisition! Why are you asking me? Talk to Cassandra? Why do you even want in? You're Tevinter and you guys have your own Chantry and the Inquisition is kind of part of or aligned with or whatever the one down here, right?"

"I'm telling you because you're the Herald of Andraste. It may not be your Inquisition formally, but I suspect that if you say I can join, then they'll let me in. What are they going to do, say no to the girl who can cure the Taint, close the rifts and is believed to be a messenger from the Maker all over the south? I'm not asking Cassandra Pentaghast because I think it's quite likely she'd just say no without hearing me out."

She might. Cassandra, by all evidence, didn't like people who liked wordplay and were in love with their own cleverness. Which was exactly how things should be anyway. Not to mention he was a mage from Tevinter and the whole religious aspect.

Dorian was also probably not wrong that if Amy asked, they'd let him in.

"Why?"

"Why should you allow me in? Apart from the fact that I'm immensely handsome and clever?" Dorian could move between serious and flippant and back again faster than Vicky could fly. "Apart from the fact that you saved my friend's life, I want to be part of helping to make right a mess my own people helped create."

"The Venatori." Dorian had made it clear he didn't agree with the cult, and Amy was pretty sure this wasn't an elaborate double-scheme to get a spy close to her. Helping erase her from time seemed like the better play anyway. Plus he hadn't lied in the Chantry... not that it meant she wanted him on her side just for that.

"The Venatori are a perfect example of everything wrong with my homeland. A deadly nostalgia for a vision of the Imperium that hasn't been real for a thousand years, a blithe insistence that anything can be resolved if we throw enough blood magic at the problem and a reckless disregard for the costs of the pursuit of power. They're so worried about returning to the glorious past they don't care if it destroys our soul - and countless lives to get there." Dorian explained in a grave tone.

"Hardly everything. There's the fact that your country does slavery." Amy muttered

"Ah yes, there is that." Dorian admitted. "If that's what you're worried about, I don't own any slaves. My family does, but -"

"That doesn't really make it any better. You probably had slaves waiting on hand and foot back home." Amy snapped. "I can't really say I'm thrilled at the idea of a pro-Slavery guy just hanging out and chilling with us."

"The slaves my family owned have always been treated well!" Dorian protested.

"And that makes it better? They're slaves. People aren't fucking property." Amy growled. "Where I come from, we fought a whole war to end slavery. Hundreds of thousands of people died."

"Hundreds of thousands? You can't expect me to believe that." Dorian countered, scoffing himself.

"How big is the biggest city in Tevinter?" Val Royeaux was a million or so.

"Minrathous has about two million or so," Dorian said after a moment.

"The biggest cities back home have six, seven, eight million people or more." Not that New York was that big during the Civil War, but the population of Europe at the same time had to be bigger than Europe's population in the middle ages. "Slavery is evil. Even if you and your family treat your slaves well, which I doubt the slaves would agree with, how do you think the kinds of people that join the Venatori treat their slaves?"

Dorian opened his mouth, closed it quickly. Said nothing for a moment.

"That is - there are slaves treated poorly, but is that really any worse than how some Orlesians will treat their serfs? How the elves in the alienages here in the south are treated?" Dorian countered. "And back home, slaves can be in honored, privileged positions. A man can sell himself into slavery to save his family from poverty."

"...are you seriously trying to defend slavery?" Amy stood up. "I should fucking give you-" she cut herself off and let out a frustrated growl. Her heart was beating fast in her chest, her face felt flushed. She snatched her coffee off the table and downed the rest of it in a series of quick gulps."

"For a moment there, I thought you were going to toss the contents of your cup at me..." Dorian said after a moment.

"I'd rather cut my hand off than waste coffee like that," Amy said, not exaggerating too much. "Slavery is evil. And for the record, serfs and the alienages are too, but slavery is worse. You don't fucking get that being considered property of people who can just decide to fucking kill you is worse?"

"The slaves my family-" Dorian started, but then he cut himself off. "I...I've never quite put it together like that, in my head," Dorian admitted, then went on in a softer voice. "I've never thought much about slavery at all, to be honest. It just is. It would be like thinking about the fact that I have two arms and two legs."

"I could fix that for you," Amy glared at him. She stepped away from the table, seething. That smug, arrogant little-

He's Tevinter. He knows the Venatori better than most. Probably can give Leliana and Josephine useful information for spies and diplomatic contacts and...

The part of Amy that had to get used to making constant compromises to deal with the fact that a giant hole in the sky pointed out all the ways Dorian could be useful.

He and Alexius worked out how to fucking travel through time. Sure, it only worked in the end because the Breach made it possible but that's more than anyone else did. Another part of her added. If Dorian could do that... Could Dorian do something else? Something else impossible?

I can't possibly be thinking of letting him into the Inquisition just because maybe he could help me go home! He's okay with slavery! Would she accept help from fucking Kaisar if it meant going home? No! What about the Nine?

Okay, no, he's not - he's not on the level of the fucking Slaughterhouse Nine, Amy, you're insane to even suggest that. She felt her breathing quicken, faster, shallower. Dorian wasn't even as bad as Kaisar, probably. But -

No, letting him into the Inquisition just because maybe he could help her go home... that wasn't...

But the Breach was a big deal. And that took priority. And even if Amy somehow just... went back home after closing the Breach like a magic snap (a girl can dream)... the Venatori and their ancient evil wizard boss were a thing. Dorian wanted to fight them.

It's like a goddamn Endbringer Truce that doesn't end because the Endbringer fight is stretching for months.

If Dorian wanted to fight the Venatori, fucking let him, right?

Amy turned around. "You want to kill Venatori?"

"...not in the sense that I'm thirsting for their blood, but since I doubt most of them will listen to reason... it isn't as if I'd mourn their deaths or regret being part of bringing them about," Dorian admitted.

"I shouldn't be doing this, but fine. I'll talk to Cassandra. You can go to Haven with Alexius and Felix and the last of the mages heading there, and talk to Leliana and Josephine. I'm sure they'll have something for you to do. Maybe... tell them what you know. Do you know the names of any Venatori?"

"...I'm not sure, though I can think of a number of people who might be members of the cult or silently backing it," Dorian admitted. "So I'm in?"

"You're in."

The Breach. It's about the Breach. It's all bigger than anything else. Even once the Breach was closed, someone powerful enough to rip a hole in reality and apparently did that before and brought the fucking Taint to the world...

That was just as big as the Breach, wasn't it?

At least once it was closed, she wouldn't be as necessary, right?

She wouldn't be as necessary.

She wouldn't.

Talk to the Templars. Close the Breach. Go home.

I will get home.

Right?
 
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