Cassandra Pentaghast/Dialogue

Cassandra Pentaghast's dialogue contains a list of conversations she has with her companions.

Combat Comments
Kills an Enemy
 * Maker take you!
 * One down!
 * Dead

Low Health
 * I'm injured!
 * Falling back!

Low Health (Companions)
 * (Iron Bull) Help the Qunari!

Location Comments

 * (Emerald Graves) My ancestors hunted dragons here ages ago. Hard to picture what it was like then


 * (Emerald Graves) It's quiet. A little too quiet.


 * (Emerald Graves) The Dales have seen so much conflict. And yet, they're still beautiful.


 * (Emerald Graves) Keep your wits about you. The Dales are treacherous.

Flooded Caves (Crestwood)
 * Inquisitor: The nugs seem to like it down here.
 * Cassandra: You know, Leliana used to keep one as a pet.
 * Inquisitor: You're joking.
 * Cassandra: I am not. What was its name again? Schmeples? Schmuples? It is right on the tip of my tongue.

Approaching the boat (Emprise Du Lion) Approaching Southfinger Tower (Emerald Graves)
 * Sahrnia wasn't prepared for this.
 * I can't believe that tower yet stands.

'Entering Daerwin's Mouth (Dwarven harbor on the Storm Coast) during the quest "Red Water"
 * Inquisitor: The Red Templars have dug in here.
 * Cassandra: I’m certain King Alistair/Queen Anora would appreciate having them removed from Ferelden’s shores.

Companion Comments about Cassandra

 * Blackwall: I fear for Cassandra sometimes, the way she throws herself into battle. I've never known a warrior like her.
 * Sera: Not as buttoned up as she plays, right? Still, I stand behind her in front of anything.
 * Vivienne: I admire Cassandra's determination. If she had a little charm, she could be a remarkable leader.

Cassandra and Blackwall

 * Cassandra: I am very pleased you joined us, Warden Blackwall.
 * Blackwall: The honor is mine, Lady Seeker.
 * Cassandra: We need strong, righteous warriors-now more than ever.
 * Blackwall: Righteous? High praise, Cassandra. Many Wardens have hardly lived righteous lives.
 * Cassandra: True, yet you give yourself to an Order that would die to protect others.
 * Cassandra: It is never too late to do better, and become more than what you are.
 * Blackwall: That is the hope.


 * Blackwall: You had a brother?
 * Cassandra: I did. I still miss him sometimes.
 * Blackwall: I had a sister. A younger sister. She died when I was very little.
 * Cassandra: I'm sorry.
 * Blackwall: I often think about what she'd be like now, had she lived.
 * Cassandra: Much like her brother, I would expect.
 * Blackwall: Maker, I wouldn't wish that on her. All this hair?


 * Blackwall: Could you be a little more gentle the next time we spar, Cassandra?
 * Cassandra: Why? You can take it.
 * Blackwall: Yes, but I'd rather not.
 * Cassandra: (Laughs.) I did not realize you were made of glass.
 * Blackwall: Bruised glass, thank you.


 * Blackwall: I notice you seem to focus yourself before battle, Cassandra.
 * Cassandra: I still my mind and focus my thoughts on the Maker.
 * Cassandra: I ask for His guidance. I ask to be reforged into an instrument of His will.
 * Cassandra: What about you? How do you center yourself?
 * Blackwall: I tell myself, "It's them or you. And if it's you, be damn sure to take the bastards with you."
 * Cassandra: Well, that's...
 * Blackwall: Crude, yes, but it works.

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 * Blackwall: You joined the Seekers when you were young, did you not?
 * Cassandra: I wanted to join the templars, but was given to the Seekers.
 * Blackwall: So you knew what you wanted, even if you didn't get it.
 * Cassandra: I wanted vengeance at first, but I discovered a deeper joy in duty.
 * Blackwall: That's good. Some of us take much longer to find our place.
 * Cassandra: And some never find it. We are both lucky.


 * Blackwall: Cassandra.
 * Cassandra: Seeker Cassandra, if you must address me.
 * Blackwall: Seeker Cassandra--
 * Cassandra: But I would rather you not address me at all.
 * Blackwall: What happened to "It's never too late to become more than what you are"?
 * Cassandra: A man who truly aspired to be righteous would not lie.
 * Cassandra: He would earn respect, not steal the respect due another.


 * Cassandra: That whetstone you lent me - it produces a remarkable edge.
 * Blackwall: Celestine Black, they call it. It's the only stone I'll use on my blades.
 * Blackwall: You know what? Keep it. I'll find another.
 * Cassandra: That won't be necessary.
 * Blackwall: Of course.


 * Blackwall: So...
 * Cassandra: What is it?
 * Blackwall: Nothing. Just enjoying the comfortable silence.


 * Blackwall: I miss our sparring matches Cass̶an- Seeker Cassandra.
 * Blackwall: You were a worthy opponent.
 * Cassandra: I have other duties.
 * Cassandra: Why not ask Iron Bull? He is always willing to hit something.
 * Blackwall: I don’t much fancy a concussion.


 * Blackwall: So you were the Right Hand of the Divine, and Leliana the Left?
 * Cassandra: Yes, and if you joke about the Right Hand not knowing what the Left is doing, I will punch you.
 * Blackwall: Me? No, I would never make such a terrible joke.


 * Blackwall: They say your family almost drove the dragons to extinction.
 * Blackwall: A shame. Majestic beasts.
 * Cassandra: Majestic? Say that after you see a pile of dragon shit bigger than your house.

Cassandra and Cole
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 * Cole: Do you ever take off your armor and talk to it?
 * Cassandra: No.
 * Cole: It might say something nice.
 * Cassandra: If you are to fight along side us, Cole, I expect you to follow orders. The Inquisitor believes you wish to help. But I will not allow you to threaten innocents.
 * Cole: Yes. Help the hurt, save the small. If I become a demon, cut me down.
 * Cassandra: Do not doubt me. I will do it.
 * Cole: Good.
 * Cassandra: You're...serious, aren't you?
 * Cole: Yes. I hope you are too.
 * Cole: You don't like dead people, Cassandra.
 * Cassandra: Was that a question? Am I supposed to?
 * Cole: The ones in the dark city wrapped in clothes that smell like sunflowers. You hated the singing.
 * Cassandra: Ah. The Grand Necropolis. Yes, I never saw the point.
 * Cole: Maybe dead people like the singing.
 * Cassandra: I would rather not think of that.
 * Cole: Your uncle misses you, Cassandra.
 * Cassandra: Picked that up from my head, did you?
 * Cole: No, he wrote you a letter. There was pain on the page.
 * Cassandra: Stop going into my quarters. How many times must I tell you?
 * Cassandra: Cole, I found a locket on my pillow earlier.
 * Cole: It was Antony's.
 * Cassandra: It was my grandmother's, actually. But it had Antony's portrait inside. I thought I lost it.
 * Cole: You did lose it. I had to fight a rat for it.
 * Cassandra: Oh? Thank you.
 * Cole: He wasn't a very big rat.
 * Cole: Cassandra, who's Regalyan?
 * Cassandra: No one to concern yourself with.
 * Cole: You were thinking about the time you-
 * Cassandra: Now I'm thinking about something else. Can you guess?
 * Cole: My hat wouldn't fit there.
 * Cassandra: So, Cole. Varric tells me you are a spirit of compassion.
 * Cole: Yes.
 * Cassandra: How does compassion become such a deadly killer?
 * Cole: Templars.
 * Cassandra: Ah.... I am truly sorry.
 * Cole: Oh, don't be. You and Cullen care. That's more than most.
 * Cole: Voices sing, but the hawk has flown away and cannot hear them. Standing by the door. Legs stuck. I shouldn't be here.
 * Cole: Where is his sister? Is she crying? Can she breathe? I couldn't breathe. Pain twists, but for which one?
 * Cassandra: I knew the story more than the man.
 * Cole: It isn't your fault he died.
 * Cassandra: Perhaps not. Sometimes knowing that isn't enough.
 * Cole: Can you know it more?
 * Cassandra: Be easy, Cole. I will be fine.
 * Cole: The frame holds, hand at the waist moves as body and thought spiral
 * Cassandra: Cole!
 * Cole: Notes drip through the air.
 * Cole: [humming]
 * Cassandra: That's not the song they were playing.
 * Cole: No, but it's your favorite song

Cassandra and Dorian Pavus
Cassandra's dialogue with Dorian usually revolves around their respective noble status, the Seekers, the Mage-Templar War, Coryhpeus and Tevinter.

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 * Dorian: I must admit, Cassandra, I've never heard of these "Seekers of Truth."
 * Cassandra: Why would you? They do not exist in Tevinter.
 * Dorian: But what are they? Some manner of super-Templar? Is this one of those Southern secrets, like proper hygiene?
 * Cassandra: Once, we worked from the shadows, monitoring Templars and mages alike.
 * Dorian: Ah. That clearly worked out well.
 * Cassandra: Your glibness does you no credit. The Mage Rebellion was beyond even our power to control.
 * Dorian: Incidentally, Cassandra, I'm well aware you lied to me.
 * Cassandra: I lied to you?
 * Dorian: When you said the Mage Rebellion was beyond the power of the Seekers to control. I've since heard your Order could have prevented it, but instead led the Templars into war once it started.
 * Cassandra: It... is why I left the Order, yes.
 * Dorian: Knee-jerk defense of your former comrades? I quite understand.
 * Cassandra: Your earlier judgment of the Seekers was unfair, Dorian.
 * Dorian: Oh? Were they not responsible for keeping peace with the mages?
 * Cassandra: And what would you say if one judged Tevinter solely on the actions of some of its Magisters and slavers? Yes, let us dismiss your homeland as not having a single redeeming quality!
 * Cassandra: The Seekers failed, without question, but the situation was complex and you well know it.

(after Dorian's personal quest, Last Resort of Good Men was resolved either way) ─────── ───────
 * Cassandra: I take it your father returned to Tevinter, Dorian.
 * Dorian: (Sighs) Let's hope so.
 * Cassandra: My father died when I was very young. I barely remember him now.
 * Dorian: I won't say you're lucky, because that's not true, but there are days...
 * Cassandra: I understand. You have my sympathy.
 * Dorian: Cassandra, my mother has a friend who's a Pentaghast. Perhaps you know of him.
 * Cassandra: The Pentaghasts are a large clan, Dorian. I cannot know them all, nor would I want to.
 * Dorian: Enormously fat man. Three chins, four mansions, five ways to sell you out, as Mother liked to say.
 * Cassandra: Oh. I do know him: Cousin Loren, with the wandering hands.

(Follow-up on the previous one) ───────
 * Dorian: Tell me, Cassandra: did your family throw suitors at you?
 * Cassandra: My uncle did, waves of them – until I broke one's arm. Then there were fewer.
 * Dorian: I must admit I never tried that.
 * Cassandra: It was an accident. Well… mostly an accident.
 * Cassandra: We hear odd stories of templars in the Imperium, Dorian.
 * Dorian: All true.
 * Cassandra: I haven't even told you what I've heard.
 * Dorian: Doesn't matter. All true.  Particularly the part with the grapes and feathers.
 * Cassandra: Oh. I was leading towards that one, actually.

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 * Cassandra: Do you truly think the Venatori have no idea of what Corypheus will do?
 * Dorian: Some of my countrymen look at the current state of our nation and despair. They hear how powerful and glorious we once were and think, “That would be better. It has to be.” What they overlook is that Corypheus wasn’t here for our downfall. He has no idea it was unavoidable.
 * Cassandra: Could he be convinced of the truth?
 * Dorian: You’re asking me? I’ll wager he believes he is the truth.
 * Cassandra: Why are you looking at me like that, Dorian?
 * Dorian: I’m imagining what you would look like in a dress.
 * Cassandra: (Scoffs) Keep wondering. If my uncle couldn’t put me in one, neither shall you.

(If the Inquisitor is in a romance with Cassandra) ───────
 * Dorian: Why, Cassandra, I've never seen you smile so much!
 * Cassandra: I am not smiling.
 * Dorian: Now you're not, but only because I pointed it out.
 * Cassandra: I am not a giddy schoolgirl, Dorian.
 * Dorian: That would be easier to believe if you hadn't just blushed.

(If the Inquisitor is in a romance with Dorian) ───────
 * Cassandra: You're smiling a great deal these days, Dorian.
 * Dorian: I always smile. People like my smile, and they should! I have excellent teeth.
 * Cassandra: Do you always do it while staring dreamily into the distance?
 * Dorian: It depends how long until dinner.

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 * Dorian: So tell me this: Are Nevarran cities of the dead actually filled with undead?
 * Cassandra: Of course. The Mortalitasi lure spirits to possess every corpse buried there.
 * Dorian: And then what? Let them... wander around willy-nilly?
 * Cassandra: Only in the abandoned areas. The rest are sealed up in their tombs, I suppose.
 * Dorian: Forever? I almost feel bad for them.
 * Cassandra: After a time, the moaning grates on the nerves. Trust me.
 * Dorian: If you were still a Seeker, would you drag me to one of your Circles?
 * Cassandra: I'm not still a Seeker.
 * Dorian: But you'd do it, even though I'm incredibly charming?
 * Cassandra: Yes. I would absolutely drag you there. Without question.

(After Here Lies the Abyss)
 * Cassandra:If the Archdemon survived the fall into the abyssal rift, I wonder if it can be slain.
 * Dorian: Proof it isn't an Archdemon at all, I'd say.
 * Cassandra: What do you mean?
 * Dorian: If Grey Wardens are good for anything, it's killing an Archdemon. This one rose again.
 * Dorian: I'd say Corypheus created it. A tribute to his Old Gods, or an emulation of them.
 * Cassandra: We've seen that Corypheus is immortal. Does that mean they both are?
 * Dorian: That, or we need a much deeper chasm.

Cassandra and Iron Bull
(if Cassandra is in romance with the Inquisitor) (if Bull is in romance with Inquisitor) (otherwise)
 * Iron Bull: That was some solid work back there, Seeker.
 * Cassandra: You, as well.
 * Iron Bull: The way you backhanded that guy with your shield and then damn near chopped him in half?
 * Iron Bull: You and the boss should use that between the sheets.
 * Cassandra: How do you know we haven't already?
 * Iron Bull: Hah!
 * Iron Bull: Any chance I could have the boss borrow your armor later? For, uh, personal reasons.
 * Cassandra: No.
 * Iron Bull: I'd clean it after.
 * Cassandra: Absolutely not.
 * Iron Bull: (frustrated sigh)
 * Iron Bull: Hey, are you as turned on as I am right now?
 * Cassandra: Am I what?
 * Iron Bull: That's probably impossible anyway.


 * Iron Bull: Rah... that's some good armor.
 * Cassandra: Are you referring to me?
 * Iron Bull: Some high ranking women wear ornamental crap with tits hammered into it. One good shot, and all that cleavage gets knocked right into the sternum. Real messy. Good on you for going practical.
 * Cassandra: I aim to please.
 * Iron Bull: Leaves something to the imagination too.

(if Cassandra is in romance with the Inquisitor) (If Bull romanced Inquisitor) (or)
 * Iron Bull: You know, Seeker, your style doesn't have to be so defensive.
 * Cassandra: Excuse me?
 * Iron Bull: You've got armor. Let someone scratch the paint a bit. You can wind up for a shot that will really ring their bell. Some part of you wants to just cut loose. I can feel the frustration in your swings.
 * Cassandra: How odd, since I'm feeling so much less frustrated as of late.
 * Iron Bull: Hah!
 * Iron Bull: Hah! I'd offer to help you get rid of that frustration but, you know... I'm in a committed relationship.
 * Cassandra: Unlucky me.
 * Iron Bull: If you need any help with that frustration back in camp, let me know.
 * Cassandra: It's never going to happen.
 * Iron Bull: Apologies for giving offense. I will stop making invitations, Seeker.
 * Cassandra: I was not offended. Nor did I say you should stop, so long as we are both clear it's never happening.
 * Iron Bull: Works for me.


 * Cassandra: You'd feel far more if I actually hit you.
 * Iron Bull: Rah, that's right! Let it out...


 * Cassandra: I enjoy fighting at your side, Bull.
 * Iron Bull: Same here, Seeker.
 * Cassandra: But I will also enjoy returning to the base and sinking slowly into a steaming hot bath, sprinkled with rose petals.
 * Iron Bull: Oh, now you're just being mean! I mean, roses! Who has sex smelling like roses? Violets, or a nice frangipane, maybe.
 * Cassandra: (laughs)


 * Iron Bull: If you put some horns on you, you'd make a pretty good Qunari.
 * Cassandra: I'm not certain that's a compliment.


 * Iron Bull: You know, the Ben-Hassrath are a lot like your Seekers, Cassandra.
 * Cassandra: I highly doubt that.
 * Iron Bull: Maintaining justice in the ranks, operating under a veil of secrecy, investigating corruption and threats to the order, and you deal with it all so quietly. Most people never notice.
 * Cassandra: Interesting, though we do not break the minds of our prisoners.
 * Iron Bull: Well, keep at it! You guys will get there.


 * Iron Bull: Sorry about your Seekers. It's tough when the ones who watch over abuse that authority.
 * Cassandra: Yes it is.
 * Iron Bull: Always happens though. Nobody can handle secrets all day long without it getting into them.
 * Cassandra: How do the Ben-Hassraths deal with such problem?
 * Iron Bull: If the problem small they turn a blind eye. Like I said, it happens.
 * Cassandra: And if it too large to ignore?
 * Iron Bull: How do you think I ended up here?


 * Iron Bull: So, Seeker, seems you have a thing for Qunari men after all.
 * Cassandra: Certain ones...
 * Iron Bull: There you go again, Seeker, getting an eye full of inquisibutt.
 * Cassandra: I don't know what you're talking about.
 * Sera: Psst, nice try. You run him hot.
 * Cassandra: (Sighs.) Thank you, Sera.
 * Iron Bull: He's not just an object to quench your desires, Cass. Make sure you undress him with your eyes... respectfully.
 * Inquisitor: I'm sorry, what are you two talking about?
 * Iron Bull: Your naked body. Well, I'm talking about it. Cassandra's just glaring and turning red.
 * Inquisitor: Respectfully? That's crazy talk!
 * Iron Bull: Well then, go wild you two!
 * Inquisitor: Knock it off, Bull.
 * Iron Bull: Fine, fine... but she started it, although I did crap. See, now he's ignoring us. You've offended him.
 * Cassandra: (Sighs.)

or


 * Iron Bull: He's not just an object to quench your desires, Cass. Make sure you undress him with your eyes... respectfully.
 * Inquisitor: Respectfully? That's crazy talk.
 * Iron Bull: Well, then, go wild you two!.
 * Cassandra: (Disgusted grunt)


 * Cassandra: So, Bull, about Dorian...
 * Iron Bull: Yes, it's true.
 * Dorian: By all means let us discuss this together.
 * Cassandra: If... you're both pleased...
 * Dorian: I'm happy, he's happy, everyone's happy.
 * Iron Bull: Oh... you're happy...
 * Dorian: (Sighs.)
 * Cassandra: (Laughs.)
 * Iron Bull: Jealous, Seeker?
 * Cassandra: Jealour? Of Dorian?
 * Iron Bull: Who wouldn't be. Look at these horns.
 * Cassandra: I... see them.
 * Iron Bull: Yes, I know, right? Feel the envy.


 * Cassandra: You are aware his room has a lock, Bull?
 * Iron Bull: Sure.
 * Cassandra: Some people might find that useful. In the future.
 * Iron Bull: I'd rather focus on...
 * Cassandra: Yes, I'm sure the room and its... contents are very distracting, thank you.


 * Cassandra: Bull, what happened to the Chargers... you have my sympathy.
 * Iron Bull: They got the job done. You know it means to put the mission first.
 * Cassandra: Yes, and I know what it costs those who live to see it through. The Inquisition will honor their memory.
 * Iron Bull: I appreciate it. The boys would too...


 * Cassandra: I'm glad your men will continue to fight at our side, Bull.
 * Iron Bull: And all we lost was our alliance with the qunari.
 * Cassandra: I would not trade the Chargers for any alliance.
 * Iron Bull: Thanks, Seeker. The boys will be glad to hear it.


 * Cassandra: You are considered Tal-Vashoth now, Bull?
 * Iron Bull: Looks that way...
 * Cassandra: I admit I don't fully understand what that means, but... I am sorry.
 * Iron Bull: The Seekers gave you rules to live by, right? The qunari have the same, and now I don't.
 * Cassandra: I see.
 * Iron Bull: It's.... all right. I got my Chargers and I got the Inquisition. I'm good.


 * Iron Bull: So, you letting Blackwall off the hook, Seeker?
 * Cassandra: He is a coward who abandoned his men. A man who wishes to atone but lies to do so.
 * Iron Bull: All...right? So that's a no.
 * Inquisitor: I chose to take him back. End of story.
 * Cassandra: I cannot help but feel as I do.
 * Iron Bull: Sure you could. You won't, but you could.
 * Inquisitor: (Sigh.) She won't change her mind, Bull.
 * Cassandra: Not due to pestering, that's certain.
 * Inquisitor: Blackwall isn't even here to defend himself.
 * Iron Bull: Not that he would.
 * Cassandra: He cannot. Let us leave it at that.


 * Iron Bull: Cullen's got some of those trebuchets from the siege back at Skyhold. Hey, Seeker, think he'd mind if I borrow one? Just for an hour or two.
 * Cassandra: Why do you need a trebuchet?
 * Iron Bull: Krem sews a bit, he made these stuffed nugs with wings. I wanna see how far they can fly...
 * Cassandra: I... don't think that's an appropriate use of Inquisition resources.
 * Iron Bull: See? This is why you're not in charge of morale.


 * Cassandra: I am surprised you accept fighting at a woman's side, Bull. I understood Qunari women didn't fight.
 * Iron Bull: If a qunari woman really wants to fight and has a gift for it, she becomes Aqun-Athlok. The Aqun-Athlok joins the warriors and is treated as a male. He becomes... a guy, for all intents and purposes.
 * Cassandra: But she wouldn't physically become male, surely!
 * Iron Bull: Doesn't matter. In the Qun, your role is everything.
 * Cassandra: And... do you think of me as male, then?
 * Iron Bull: Depends. In... or out of your armor?


 * Iron Bull: You know, Seeker, I really like hitting things...
 * Cassandra: So I'd gathered.
 * Iron Bull: I knew you'd understand!
 * Iron Bull: Hey, Seeker, if I hit a guy high while you go low, you think we could get him to flip?
 * Cassandra: Flip?
 * Iron Bull: Yes. Ass over tea kettle, you know.
 * Varric: I expect an ale cask before a tea kettle, frankly.
 * Vivienne: Not over my tea kettle.
 * Dorian: Now there's a turn of phrase.
 * Cassandra: (Laughs.) Ass kettle.
 * Iron Bull: Yeah, yeah.
 * Cassandra: I... suppose that could be done?
 * Iron Bull: I've always wanted to get a guy to flip!


 * Iron Bull: Your family's full of dragon hunters, Seeker?
 * Cassandra: It's something of a legacy.
 * Iron Bull: So, when you face a dragon, does it get your heart pumping? Do you breathe a little faster, feel the blood racing?
 * Cassandra: What's the alternative? Relax and let it kill us?
 * Iron Bull: (Laughs.) No, seriously.
 * Cassandra: I... feel no great calling in my blood. Sorry to disappoint.
 * Iron Bull: Damn...


 * Iron Bull: So I hear you saved the last Divine from a dragon assault!
 * Cassandra: (Sighs.) Yes, in my youth. With help.
 * Iron Bull: Nice.
 * Cassandra: You're not going to press for the details?
 * Iron Bull: Nah... I can see you don't want to talk about it. Bet you looked good doing it, though.
 * Cassandra: (Laughs.)


 * Cassandra: That move you performed in our last fight was well executed, Bull. I'm impressed.
 * Iron Bull: Thank you, Seeker. Be happy to teach you.
 * Cassandra: If you had done it in our last sparring match, you might have won.
 * Iron Bull: (Laughs.) Then it's time for a rematch...

Cassandra and Sera

 * Sera: You're smirking again. Like in that fight before. What's so funny?
 * Cassandra: The simplest spell had you white as a sheet. I've shrugged off worse in practice.
 * Sera:  Well, sorry I'm scared of the stuff I have been warned about my whole life, like most people who aren't Seekers.
 * Cassandra: I apologize. I could help if you're willing.
 * Sera: Pfft! no. I have things to do. You can help by standing in front of me.
 * Cassandra: That I can do.


 * Sera: You know, you shouldn't make fun of people being scared of magic just because you can scare them back.
 * Cassandra: I take it you think I'm frightening?
 * Sera: Not naked, you're well fit. But all armored up and fierce? What do you think some stable boy sees?
 * Cassandra: A Seeker on the side of righteousness.
 * Sera: Here's what I learned in the alleys: "Ahh, mages! Ahh, templars! Ahh, Tevinters! Aaah, hungry!" When you're little, everything is "Ahh!"


 * Cassandra: Sera, I'm sorry.
 * Sera: Who's what now?
 * Cassandra: My family is nobility. I've been in Seeker training since I was six. I walked with the Divine. I never stopped to consider what I looked like to someone common. I must seem terrifying.
 * Sera: Nah, you're alright. Skip the "someone common" bit, makes you seem a bit of a shit.


 * Sera: What was she like? The Divine, I mean. Was she as pretty as her plates?
 * Cassandra: Pretty as her what?
 * Sera: Her plates with her portrait on. They sold them in the shops down in Val Royaux. You'd see them on walls a lot. Cost a bundle and you couldn't even eat off them. Well, part of them. The yellow/brown paint's poisonous. Had to keep your mash off her eyes.
 * Cassandra: They put Most Holy's portrait on plates?


 * Sera: You good yet, Cassandra? Gonna tell me what she was like?
 * Cassandra: Who? Oh, the Divine? Yes, I'm sorry. I'm not used to such unorthodox displays of faith. Most Holy was a visionary. I served as her Right Hand, and would have done so as long as she needed me.
 * Sera: But you didn't know her.
 * Cassandra: I just said I served as her Right Hand.
 * Sera: Fine, whatever, I'll go ask Leliana. You can tell there was something with those two. Family pain, there.


 * Cassandra: I...You were right, Sera. I find I did not know Justinia at all.
 * Sera: Shame, right? She was pretty.

(If the Inquisitor is in a relationship with Sera)


 * Cassandra: Sera, about you and the Inquisitor...
 * Sera: Right, here we go. What is it from you?
 * Cassandra: If you are going to pursue this, make it worth it. Be happy.
 * Sera: You cagey, boxed up, prissy romantic!
 * Cassandra: Ugh, there is no need to tell anyone that.

Or Or
 * Varric: Who doesn't already know, that is.
 * Dorian: Who hasn't already seen your collection of books.
 * Vivienne: No need because it's hardly a secret, my dear!
 * Sera: Hey Inqui! We telling anyone?
 * Inquisitor: Does yelling while we're walking around count?
 * Sera: No. Wait. Yes. Sorry Cassandra! But thanks!
 * Inquisitor: Not a soul, Sera.
 * Sera: Awwww, but you heard it, right? I heard it. Thanks, Cassandra.

(If the Inquisitor is in a relationship with Cassandra)
 * Sera: You have a thing for the Inquisitor. His thing and your thing... doing things.
 * Cassandra: Nothing so base as that!
 * Sera: Awwwww. Sorry to hear it.


 * Sera: How's that temple of demon rubbish sitting with you, Cassandra?
 * Cassandra: I have faith the Inquisitor did as (s)he felt best.
 * Sera: Really? Lady Trained-From-Birth has no problem with a temple to everything the Chantry says is shit.
 * Cassandra: I did not say I had no problem. I said I had faith.

(If Sera went into the Fade) (If Sera did not go into the Fade)
 * Sera: Stop pointing that at me!
 * Cassandra: What are you talking about? My weapon is nowhere near...
 * Sera: Your face. That sobby, pity face. Why are you aiming it at me?
 * Cassandra: I know what occurred in the fade troubled you. If you ever wish to talk...
 * Sera: It's nothing. Just scary, rubbish demons that are done. We got out. Mostly. There. Talked. Now everything is good, right?
 * Cassandra: Of course.
 * Sera: Good! We're all good. Phew.
 * Cassandra: I know what happened at Adamant troubled you. If you ever wish to talk.
 * Sera: (S)he came back. That's all that matters. Maybe it's you who's still shaky. Everyone just needs to not think about it and feel better.
 * Cassandra: You're right. I do feel better now.

(If Inquisitor is in a relationship with Cassandra) (If Inquisitor is not in a relationship with Cassandra)
 * Sera: Hey Cassandra! Were those really all your names or were you having them on?
 * Cassandra: Having who on?
 * Sera: At the Winter Palace. Were you having them on or are you really Cassandra Allergy Porter Thing-a-ma-jig Pentaghast.
 * Cassandra: It really is. My family is as pretentious as it is large.
 * Sera: (Laughs) How do you remember them all?
 * Cassandra: I have them stitched into all my clothes.
 * Sera: Hey Inquisitor! Is that true? Do they fit across her underpants?
 * Cassandra: You will not answer that.
 * Sera: (Laughs) There's no way that fits across your breeches.
 * Cassandra: (Laughs)


 * Sera: So you and the Inquisitor don't seem so...you know...anymore.
 * Cassandra: Some things cannot last.
 * Sera: Yeah. Right. So is this awkward or...
 * Inquisitor: Cassandra and I are still friends. I hope.
 * Cassandra: I hope so, too.
 * Sera: That's not so bad, then.
 * Inquisitor: Surprising you would say that.
 * Sera: Right. Awkward it is.
 * Inquisitor: You're making it awkward.
 * Sera: I am not. Well, now it is, but you said it!
 * Cassandra: Perhaps this would be a good time to stop talking.
 * Sera: Sure.
 * Cassandra: It's fine, Sera, but this isn't the place to discuss it.
 * Sera: You need a drink or something, you tell me.


 * Cassandra: Sera, I was speaking with Dagna recently. Did you take some of her tools?
 * Sera: Just the thing that removes the screw bits. I thought I put it back... I'll put it back.
 * Cassandra: Why did you have it in the first place?
 * Sera: Needed it for the hinges.
 * Cassandra: What hinges?
 * Sera: Like, on a door? Don't worry, it's not for you.
 * Cassandra: That's comforting.


 * Sera: Cassandra, have you ever punched a bear?
 * Cassandra: What? No. Why would I?
 * Sera: Well, what's it for then? the training I mean. You've done harder then Cullen's soldiers. Must be for something,
 * Cassandra: I am a Seeker in the service of the Divine. I am a warrior of truth.
 * Sera: All right, all right. It just seems that you could punch a bear if you wanted.
 * Cassandra: Sera, why would you assume that I should use my training to assault an animal?
 * Sera: What, the punch a bear thing? I don't know. I just figured that you want to know if you could. I mean, I sometimes putt an arrow to see if I can hit something. Or did Andraste say not to use your training for fun? Fun for you I mean. Probably not fun for the bear. You got some reach on you.
 * Cassandra: No. No, Andraste did not specifically say one should not punch bears.
 * Sera: Well, there you go then.


 * Cassandra: Sera, how are you not dead?
 * Sera: What are you on about?
 * Cassandra: I was trained from childhood by the greatest swordsmen of the age. You were apparently orphaned to the streets with your wits and a quiver. Neither full.
 * Sera: Pft. You come from nobles, alright? Get over yourself. I'm not even near what real people live through.


 * Sera: So Cassandra, if you were trained young, how long have you been giving Andraste's Hairy Eyeball?
 * Cassandra: Andraste's what?
 * Sera: The Sword-Eye-Hair thing. You know, "Knock-Knock. Inquisition." Andraste's Hairy Eyeball says "What are you doing?"
 * Cassandra: The eye is wreathed in fire. The light of the Maker and the flames of Andraste's Sacrifice.
 * Sera: Oooooooooh. You need better painters. I just figured she was ginger.
 * Cassandra: She was.
 * Sera: Well, there you go, then.
 * Cassandra: (Sighs) No. No there we don't go.


 * Sera: You haven't used up all your guesses.
 * Cassandra: I'm conceding. I wasn't very interested in the first place.
 * Sera: Well, then...just cross your legs and guess?
 * Cassandra: Conceding. I'm giving up.
 * Sera: Some "Seeker" you are.


 * Sera: Come on, make another guess!
 * Cassandra: Ugh. Very well. In Thedas.
 * Sera: It has to be a place! Not every place.
 * Cassandra: Perhaps if you told me the rules.
 * Sera: What rules? Everyone knows how to guess. Except you.
 * Cassandra: Ugh!


 * Cassandra: Here's a guess for you, Sera. Ansberg.
 * Sera: Hmm. Not bad. It should sound more...southern.
 * Cassandra: Fine then! Highever.
 * Sera: You're not very good at this.
 * Cassandra: I don't really know Ferelden that well.
 * Sera: Just guess! Somewhere fun!


 * Cassandra: Another guess, Sera. Were you born in Denerim?
 * Sera: What? No, is that what you're trying for?
 * Cassandra: That was the question that began this whole thing!
 * Sera: That was your question. I was just hoping that something on the map would rhyme with "arse". Besides, I don't know or very much care where I was born.
 * Cassandra: (sighs) (clears throat) Arse.
 * Sera: (laughs) For me?


 * Sera: So where were you born, Cassandra?
 * Cassandra: Don't you want to guess?
 * Sera: Fine. On a pile of the softest gold with big-hat priests patting your butt all singing and playing trumpets?
 * Cassandra: What does that even....Ugh...I was born in a carriage halfway between Cumberland and Val Chevin.
 * Sera: Hard one, you. Right on the floor?
 * Cassandra: So my brother claimed. Not quite the lap of luxury you were picturing, I assume.


 * Sera: Three eggs, a canary, and a soggy biscuit!
 * Cassandra: Are we to know what that means?
 * Sera: That joke I was telling where I couldn't remember the end bit? So the man says "Three eggs, a canary, and a soggy biscuit!" (giggles) Not bad, right?
 * Cassandra: If somewhat blasphemous.
 * Sera: Fffft. It's funny!


 * Sera: What's the old Inquisition motto, again?
 * Cassandra: I'm not saying it again, Sera.
 * Sera: Come on.
 * Cassandra: (sighs) Into darkness, unafraid.
 * Sera: Around the corner chocolate's made! (laughs)
 * Cassandra: Maker preserve us.
 * Sera: You just hate chocolate.


 * Cassandra: Sera, I noticed one of my books is missing.
 * Sera: Ask that thing. It... touches everything (if Cole isn't in the party)
 * Sera: Maybe check with Creepy. He touches everything.
 * Cole: I like the stories in her head more than the stories on the page.
 * Cassandra: Cole didn't take it.
 * Sera: Right, which one?
 * Cassandra: The one with all the illustrations.
 * Sera: Oh, that one was full on. I threw it under your bed.
 * Cassandra: You don't know how to ask permission first?
 * Sera: Fine. Please can I not find more of your mucky little books? Drawings, ew.


 * Sera: So you spend a lot of time around dead people. Corpses.
 * Cassandra: As Nevarrans we pay respect to the departed in family crypts.
 * Sera: Pay respect. Like pose them and dress them up and such.
 * Cassandra: Not in the way you're picturing.
 * Sera: It sounds like a big, dead dollhouse. Dollhouses are creepy enough.
 * Cassandra: (sighs) well, now you know.


 * Sera: Rose! No, wait. Robin's Egg.
 * Cassandra: Is this another game?
 * Sera: Trying to guess the color of your underpants.
 * Cassandra: I don't wear underpants.
 * Sera: Pffft! Everyone hear that?! (laughs)


 * Cassandra: Sera, was there ever someone actually named "Red Jenny"?
 * Sera: There was. Maybe. Doesn't matter now.
 * Cassandra: You don't ever wonder how your organization got started?
 * Sera: Why? It isn't like a chantry where starts matter.
 * Cassandra: That would be giving it too much credit, that's true.
 * Sera: I'd be careful. The one in Nevarra's mean.


 * Sera: You’re from a rich family, Cassandra?
 * Cassandra: Not every Pentaghast is wealthy. I certainly was not, once my parents were executed.
 * Sera: You say that like it’s normal. But I suppose you did live with the dead.
 * Cassandra: If by “dead” you mean a Mortalitasi necromancer--a keeper of the dead--then, yes.
 * Sera: Well...that sounds shit.
 * Cassandra: Hence my joining the Chantry.


 * Cassandra: Sera, do you believe in the Maker?
 * Sera: Yes? Some of it's a bit off, but - wait, why?
 * Cassandra: I just thought, the way you've lived...
 * Sera: What, I don't belong because I never joined some holy whatever?
 * Cassandra: But you're a thief.
 * Sera: I take back. And you kill people.
 * Cassandra: True, but... only those I must.
 * Sera: Ones who deserve it? Right, we're real different.

Cassandra and Solas

 * Cassandra: Solas, have you always lived alone? Out in the wilderness, as an apostate?
 * Solas: For the most part.
 * Cassandra: Would that not be incredibly trying?
 * Solas: People can be trying, mankind most of all.
 * Cassandra: That... is an excellent point.


 * Cassandra: I confess, Solas, I'm surprised you decided to remain.
 * Solas: Why? The Breach remains a threat to us all.
 * Cassandra: Just the same, I wondered if you might leave now that we have a plan to seal it.
 * Solas: Ah, because I am an apostate. I might flee before the Inquisition throws me in chains?
 * Solas: I take my commitments seriously, Seeker. Come what may, I shall see this through.
 * Cassandra: As you wish, though I cannot guarantee what will happen in the days to come.

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 * Solas: Did you believe the conclave could achieve peace, Cassandra?
 * Cassandra: I had hope. As did we all.
 * Solas: The Templars went to war to force mages back into their circles, which the mages would never agree to. What solution could Divine Justinia have offered when all sides rejected compromise?
 * Cassandra: The war was going nowhere for either side. That they went at all showed that they realized this.
 * Solas: Or they believed the other side would relent.
 * Cassandra: We shall never know now.
 * Cassandra: I've wondered: How did you know to approach us, Solas?
 * Cassandra: The Breach opened, we were scrambling and barely had time to think... and there you were.
 * Solas: I went to see the Breach for myself. I did not know you would be there.
 * Cassandra: You must not have been far away.
 * Solas: I was not. I'd come to hear of the Conclave, but did not want to get close.
 * Cassandra: Hmm. Lucky for us, then.
 * Cassandra: It is interesting to hear a mage's perspective of our abilities, Solas.
 * Solas: I am pleased you find it so.
 * Cassandra: I am taught my abilities come from the Maker. You probably think it silly.
 * Solas: Your abilities declare the world real. Who, if not the Maker of this world, could grant such a gift?
 * Cassandra: You believe in the Maker?
 * Solas: I am always open to new ideas.
 * Solas: Seeker, you initially believed our "Herald of Andraste" was involved in the attack on the Conclave, yes?
 * Cassandra: I did. The evidence seemed damning, given the lack of an alternative.
 * Solas: Yet you changed your mind.
 * Cassandra: You also heard the voices at the temple - is it so surprising I listened to them?
 * Solas: Sadly, yes. Too few invested with authority possess the courage to alter their course.
 * Solas: They fear the appearance of weakness.
 * Cassandra: The truth is more important than my reputation, and anyone willing to accuse me of weakness is welcome to try.
 * Solas: Your abilities are remarkable, Seeker. It is fascinating to see how you and the templars negate magic.
 * Cassandra: Have you never encountered templars before?
 * Solas: Only at a distance. I am an apostate, after all.
 * Cassandra: And they never caught you even once?
 * Solas: I am a very careful apostate.


 * Cassandra: Solas, did you ever considered reforming the Circle from within? You have both knowledge and wisdom. You could have made the difference.
 * Solas: I admire your optimism, but ask yourself honestly how the templars would have reacted.
 * Cassandra: You fear that they would have made you tranquil.
 * Solas: There is no doubt in my mind. My studies threaten established ideas. I would never have been tolerated.
 * Cassandra: I suppose you are right. Repairing the damage done will take great effort.
 * Solas: Would there be more like you, Seeker.


 * Solas: So, Seeker, your Inquisition grows.
 * Cassandra: It was never my Inquisition, Solas.
 * Solas:  You did the brutal, thankless work putting the wheels in motion.
 * Solas:  Do you feel no regret at letting that power pass to another?


 * Solas:  You surprise me again, Seeker.
 * Cassandra: Your opinion of me must be very low to surprise you so often.
 * Solas:  Not low, but realistic. Very few, however honorable, release power they have won.


 * Cassandra: Solas, if you do not mind me asking, what do you believe in?
 * Solas: Cause and effect. Wisdom as its own reward, and the inherent right of all free willed people to exist
 * Cassandra: That is not what I meant
 * Solas: I know. I believe the elven gods existed, as did the old gods of Tevinter. But I do not think any of them were gods, unless you expand the definition of the word to the point of absurdity. I appreciate the idea of your Maker, a god that does not need to prove his power. I wish more such gods felt the same.
 * Cassandra: You have seen much sadness in your journeys, Solas. Following the Maker might offer some hope.
 * Solas: I have people, Seeker. The greatest triumphs and tragedies this world has known can all be traced to people.(After completing Promise of Destruction)
 * Solas: How are you feeling, Cassandra, after the revelations about your Seekers?
 * Cassandra: How do you expect I might feel? Most of my life was dedicated to the Order. I did so much I believed was good, in their name.
 * Solas: Now that you know them corrupt, you must determine which parts of yourself to discard, and which to keep.
 * Cassandra: I assume you have advice?
 * Solas: I would hardly presume. In our travels, I have been impressed by your honesty, and your faith. It is a difficult path, Seeker. But if anyone can walk it honorably, you can.

(After In Hushed Whispers, if the mages are conscripted)
 * Cassandra: Now that they have surrendered to the Inquisition, the rebel mages are likely to lose some of their former freedom.
 * Solas: That is the likely result, yes.
 * Cassandra: Does that concern you?
 * Solas: If I were to be shackled, you would have done so by now. I am an asset, if not a friend.
 * Solas: I may disagree with the Inquisition's choices, but such concerns pale in comparison to the threat we face.
 * Solas: Regardless of who was responsible, the conflict between Templars and mages helped Corypheus rise to power.
 * Solas: We cannot afford to let political infighting distract us from our duty.
 * Cassandra: Agreed. When it is done, I promise what you have done here will not be forgotten.
 * Solas: Thank you, Seeker. I think.

(After completing Promise of Destruction)
 * Cassandra: I noticed, Solas, that you did not seem surprised by what I uncovered about the Seekers.
 * Solas: No, they are an organization.
 * Cassandra: You think organizations to be inherently corrupt?
 * Solas: Given enough time, yes. To survive, an organization must devote resources to maintaining itself. Those resources inevitably accumulate, until the original purpose, however pure, is all but lost.
 * Cassandra: You make the Seekers sound like a mindless beast.
 * Solas: A beast, no matter how mindless, will die and give way to a successor. An organization is eternal. There are always corrupt men who hoard power for their own gain. And there are always honorable men who hoard power to fight them.

(After Here Lies the Abyss)
 * Cassandra: You don't think much of the Grey Wardens, Solas.
 * Solas: They are fools, a fact only amplified by Corypheus' meddling.
 * Cassandra: A harsh assessment–but after Adamant, perhaps not undeserved.

Cassandra and Varric

 *  Cassandra: I hear reconstruction is progressing well in Kirkwall.
 *  Varric: I know things are bad there.
 *  Cassandra: I wasn't trying to...
 *  Varric: You weren't trying to remind me how bad is it in Kirkwall? So you decided to talk about it?
 *  Cassandra: About its recovery!
 *  Varric: What you're talking about are the buildings, and even then that will take years. People don't recover so easily.

--
 * Cassandra: I assume you know about Sebastian Vael, Varric.
 * Varric: I know he invaded Kirkwall. Are you going to blame me for that, too?
 * Cassandra: I wasn't trying to...
 * Varric: You weren't trying to remind me how bad it is in Kirkwall? So you decided to talk about it?
 * Cassandra: I thought you might be concerned. It is your home.
 * Varric: Of course I'm concerned! I don't need you prodding me with a stick to prove it.
 * Cassandra: I think it's time to stop playing the wounded party with me, Varric.
 *  Varric: Ignoring the times you actually wounded me?
 *  Cassandra: I did no such thing. I questioned you, and then brought you to Haven so you could tell your story to the Divine.
 *  Varric: What then? "Thanks Varric! We believe you! See you around!"
 *  Cassandra: And ignoring the fact you did lie to me.
 *  Cassandra: Do not pretend to be an innocent bystander - I could have done far worse, with full justification.
 *  Varric: Yes, thank you for not torturing me. I'm so much happier now.


 *  Cassandra: Have you been taking notes on all this, Varric?
 *  Varric: You'll need to be more specific there, Seeker.
 *  Cassandra: The Inquisition! You're not planning to write a book about us, are you?
 *  Varric: Don't get your hopes up. You're not that interesting a subject.
 * Varric: I spy...
 * Cassandra: No.
 * Varric: But...
 * Cassandra: No.
 * Varric: You should be good at finding things. Of course, you couldn't find Hawke...
 * Cassandra: Have you heard anything from your Kirkwall associates, Varric?
 * Varric: You're asking me? So you don't read my letters?
 * Cassandra: You're no longer my prisoner, much as you like to act like it.
 * Varric: Yet I still get all the suspicion.
 * Cassandra: I am not without sympathy, especially given recent events.
 * Varric: Why, seeker, I would never accuse you of having sympathy!
 * Varric: By the way, I tend to refer to my "associates" as "friends." Maybe you're not familiar with the concept.
 * Cassandra: (sighs)


 * Varric: You never did tell me why you dragged me to Haven, Seeker. I mean, what could I have told the Divine that you couldn't say yourself?
 * Cassandra: I thought she needed to see your chest hair for herself.
 * Varric: Er... Say again?
 * Cassandra: I thought she needed to hear it from the horse's mouth, as it were. I also knew she would ask you to help us.
 * Varric: Help the Inquisition? Me?
 * Cassandra: A crazy thought, I know, yet here you are.


 * Cassandra: How do you write as you do, Varric? I can never find the proper words.
 * Varric: You write? Really?
 * Cassandra: I've needed to describe events in reports. They always come off as...
 * Varric: Dry? Boring? Lifeless? Stale?
 * Cassandra: You are an ass.
 * Varric: Just helping you find those words.


 * Varric: (sighs.) Is even terrain too much to ask for?
 * Cassandra: Is there a problem?
 * Varric: You might be used to traipsing through the countryside-punching dragons, interrogating people, or whatever it is you did before this.
 * Varric: I'm from the city.
 * Cassandra: (laughs.)


 * Varric: Think you'll ever go back to Nevarra, Seeker?
 * Cassandra: Why? Are you eager to see me go?
 * Varric: I wasn't, actually, but now that you mention it...
 * Cassandra: How do you know I wouldn't just drag you along?
 * Varric: Be still my heart! I've grown on you.
 * Cassandra: Like fungus.


 * Varric: You know, Seeker, for someone with your tact and charisma, you assembled a pretty good little Inquisition.
 * Varric: I'm giving you the benefit of the doubt and assuming you didn't drag them all here by force.
 * Cassandra: How kind of you.
 * Varric: I mean, you never know. You could have kidnapped Ruffles, and she'd be too polite to say anything.
 * Cassandra: Leliana recruited Josephine. They're... friends.
 * Varric: So there's a rational explanation after all. Just when I thought you had layers.


 * Cassandra: There's almost no mention of your part in The Tale of the Champion, Varric.
 * Varric: I don't want to bore people.
 * Cassandra: You don't want to incrimiate yourself, you mean.
 * Varric: Same thing, really.


 * Cassandra: Very well, Varric. If you wish to know about men I have known, I will tell you.
 * Varric: Look, Seeker, I was only--
 * Cassandra: You were right. I pried first, and fair is fair.
 * Cassandra: Years ago, I knew a young mage named Regalyan. He was dashing, unlike any man I had met.
 * Cassandra: He died at the Conclave.
 * Varric: Oh...
 * Cassandra: What we had was fleeting. And years have passed. Still, it saddens me to think he's gone.
 * Varric: I'm sorry.... Look, Seeker, I didn't mean to make you talk about your mage friend.
 * Cassandra: I know. I was not trying to make you speak of Bianca. If I was, you would know. I would yell, books would be stabbed.

─────── (Note: Varric refers to Hawke as "him" regardless of the sex of the Hawke who is imported from Dragon Age: Keep)
 * Varric: (laughs) I'll keep that in mind.
 * Cassandra: I am somewhat surprised you didn't follow Hawke to Weisshaupt, Varric.
 * Varric: There's a lot of work to do, Seeker, we'll catch up when this is all over.
 * Cassandra: What about Isabela? Will she...?
 * Varric: Join him? Once she gets my letter, she'll go whether Hawke likes it or not.
 * Cassandra: And Hawke's sister? She's still alive, isn't she?
 * Varric: Better be. Sunshine will go, as soon as she hears, I'm sure of it.
 * Varric: Hawke would rather we stay away, stay safe. That won't fly forever.

Cassandra and Vivienne
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 * Vivienne: My dear Cassandra, I am impressed with how well organized the Inquisition was in the aftermath of the Conclave.
 * Cassandra: It was chaos, I would hardly call it organized.
 * Vivienne: Perspective, darling. The Chantry hasn't even found the right vestments for issuing a statement on the Divine's death.
 * Cassandra: Being more flexible than the Chantry is not a difficult goal.
 * Vivienne: Take your victories where you can, dear.
 * Vivienne: Were you well acquainted with Divine Justinia, Cassandra?
 * Cassandra: I cannot claim to have known her well. Few can, except perhaps Leliana.
 * Vivienne: I envy even your slight acquaintance. By reputation she was a formidable woman.
 * Cassandra: Justinia was a visionary. The Grand Clerics would never have chosen her had they known her intentions. And now they will never find someone to fill her shoes.
 * Vivienne: Oh, they will, darling, even if they have to trim off her toes and heels to fit.
 * Vivienne: I wonder, Cassandra, that you did not put yourself forward to lead the Inquisition while Divine Justinia was forming it.
 * Cassandra: The Divine wanted a heroic figure all of Thedas could rally behind.
 * Vivienne: How do you fall short of that description, my dear? Did you not single-handedly save the capital of Orlais?
 * Cassandra: That was hardly single-handed, Vivienne.
 * Vivienne: Yet still heroic. Many in the empire remember you fondly.
 * Cassandra: A perception that would last until the moment they met me, I assure you.
 * Vivienne: You are too modest, Cassandra dear. To many you are a figure of all. You should make use of that.
 * Cassandra: I use it in the service of the Inquisition, when I must.
 * Vivienne: But you don't seem to enjoy it. You really ought to have more fun, darling.
 * Cassandra: How is bullying and manipulating people supposed to be enjoyable?
 * Vivienne: I assure you, there are few pleasures comparable to restoring order with ones own hands.
 * Vivienne: I do hope you intend to rebuild your Seekers, Cassandra.


 * Vivienne: You've done a fine job thus far, Seeker, but you could stand to be slightly more amiable.
 * Cassandra: Were you not suggesting earlier I should be more intimidating?
 * Vivienne: Of course, darling. One must never be too charming or people lose respect. Too intimidating, however, and you'll never be invited to anything. Then you may as well be dead in a ditch.
 * Cassandra: If I'm never invited to another Orlesian salon I will consider that a success.
 * Vivienne: The game is played to the death, my dear. Like it or not, you are part of it.
 * Cassandra: Do you actually see me playing the game, Vivienne?
 * Vivienne: Not now perhaps, but you could.
 * Cassandra: Wearing ball gowns and painted masks? Decking myself in jewels and curtsying to suitors?
 * Vivienne: It is a battle, my dear. The armor and the weapons differ but just as much blood is spilled.
 * Cassandra: I...never thought of it quite like that.
 * Vivienne: You are a warrior, Cassandra. You will be one whether you dress in steel or lace.
 * Vivienne: So Leliana is a candidate for Divine. It's hardly surprising. She plays a pretty Game.
 * Cassandra: She is also an intelligent woman with strong convictions.
 * Vivienne: Important qualities for whomever takes the Sunburst throne.
 * Vivienne: The Divine stands apart. She must command respect and attention or she will accomplish nothing.
 * Vivienne: Which means we havetwofine candidates. Wouldn't you agree?
 * Cassandra: The decision rest in the hands of the grand clerics.
 * Vivienne: Such modesty!
 * Cassandra: The Chantry needs to change and I would see it done, but...
 * Cassandra: If I am chosen, then I pray it is the Maker's will and not ambition that guides me there.

Cassandra, Solas, and Varric

 * Varric: So, who do you think is the toughest: Josephine, Leliana, or Cassandra?
 * Cassandra: I'm right here, you know.
 * Varric: That doesn't rule you out, Seeker.
 * Solas: Cullen's not up for consideration?
 * Varric: Curly? They just keep him around to look pretty.


 * Solas: What would the Inquisition do without our stabilizing influence, Master Tethras?
 * Varric: I'd assume they'd just start burning things
 * Solas: That does sound like most humans I know.
 * Cassandra: If you gentlemen are quite finished?
 * Varric: Now, now, don't get touchy. We're just here to lend you simple humans our help.
 * Solas: Before you cause everything to explode.
 * Varric: Again.