Those that take people and shape them into things say that often. Your Marjolaine- my Taliesin. My masters. [ She had loved hers once- and he loved his- or thought he had when he did not know what it was to love. Without a point of comparison that drive for approval and affection can be easily mistaken for the real thing. ] Even after they are slain- their work lingers. The words are seeds they hope to grow into a vine that would strangle our desires to be anything more than what they meant for us.

[ He doesn't speak of his past seriously around Leliana as a rule but this- this he knows. This he has worked through in some way or another; this? Leliana herself helped him through without ever knowing. Perhaps he ought to tell her one day. ]

What is it you would say before battle? 'The righteous stand before the darkness and the Maker shall guide their hand.' That is your purpose, Leliana. To stand before the darkness. To cut through it. You and I have been drenched in the cruelties of the world and have cut back against the hands that shaped us in our own ways- of the two of us? I think your path will lead to a better world. [ His revenge is purely selfish. Leliana's? Will shape a brighter future. ] You bring the dawn, Usignolo, so those that hold false flames to abuse the hopes of others have nowhere left to hide.