Sebastian Vael/Dialogue

Sebastian's dialogue contains a list of conversations he shares with his companions.

Sebastian and Anders

 * Sebastian: You seem very angry.
 * Anders: And here I thought the Chantry was against mind-reading.
 * Sebastian: Did something happen to you in the Circle? I understand there were problems in Ferelden...
 * Anders: Are you saying a mage can only be unhappy in the Circle if demons involved?
 * Anders: No, it's not about Uldred. It's not about being beaten or raped by a templar - that does happen, but I've been fortunate.
 * Anders: It' s a larger principle: the freedom every man, woman, and child born in Thedas have as a natural right.
 * Sebastian: You were given to the Circle. I was given to the Chantry.  Hawke was driven away from home by the Darkspawn.
 * Sebastian: None of us are free.


 * Anders: Is that supposed to be Andraste's face on your crotch?
 * Sebastian: What?
 * Anders: That... belt buckle thing. Is that Andraste?
 * Sebastian: My father had this armor commissioned when I took my vows as a brother.
 * Anders: I'm just not sure I'd want the Maker seeing me shove His bride's head between my legs every morning.


 * Anders: So, you were invested as a brother in the chantry, right?
 * Sebastian: I had just taken my vows when I learned my family was killed.
 * Anders: But you... gave sermons and took confessions and such, right?
 * Sebastian: Do you have something you wish to confess?
 * Anders: I just want to know, what do you say when people have questions?
 * Anders: What's your answer when someone asks, "so if Andraste preached freedom and ended slavery, why do you lock up mages and keep them as slaves?"
 * Sebastian: No one ever asked that.


 * Anders: Go ahead. Say it.
 * Sebastian: Say what?
 * Anders: I saw you watching me.
 * Sebastian: I was looking at the clouds.
 * Anders:Don't give me that. I know you've been judging me. You think I'm out of control. How can I claim to speak for mages when I'm half-demon myself?
 * Sebastian:The one over there looks a bit like a bunny rabbit.

if Merrill is in party:
 * Merrill: I saw that too.

Sebastian and Aveline

 * Aveline: So you’re a prince, are you?
 * Sebastian: That is apparently true.
 * Aveline: There’s doubt?
 * Sebastian: I've accepted the burden. That’s all that matters. Why do you ask, Guard Captain?
 * Aveline: The entitled types are always trouble.
 * Sebastian: In that case, I’m glad I don’t count myself as one.
 * Aveline: They never do.


 * Sebastian: I understand you are of noble birth.
 * Aveline: My father was a chevalier. He had to flee Orlais when his patron was murdered.
 * Sebastian: I’m sorry.
 * Aveline: I wouldn’t have been suited for the life of an Orlesian noblewoman, anyway.
 * Sebastian: But surely you wish it had been different? To be a lady of Orlais and not a... city guardsman?
 * Aveline: Not for one moment.
 * Aveline: I’d rather kill a bandit and save a merchant’s family than know the correct dance steps and which rouge is in fashion.


 * Sebastian: I hope this wasn't presumptuous, but I added your husband's name to the memorial wall in the Chantry.
 * Aveline: Wesley? But... you never knew him.
 * Sebastian: He was a templar. He refused to abandon the people of Ferelden to the Blight. He died too young.
 * Sebastian: The grand cleric will read his name during the Chant of Remembrance.
 * Aveline: Thank you. That is... very kind.
 * Sebastian: He walks with the Maker. But it is no shame for those left behind to mourn.


 * Sebastian: You don't like me, Guard-Captain?
 * Aveline: I've no issue, so long as the fight for your title remains in Starkhaven. Exactly like as it hasn't.
 * Sebastian: Should I apologize for trying to take back what is rightfully mine?
 * Aveline: Whatever it takes? No matter the cost?
 * Sebastian: It feels like your're blaming me for some personal experience of yours.
 * Aveline: I was at Ostagar. Good people die whenever leaders "do whatever it takes."
 * Sebastian: Good people know the necessity.

Sebastian and Fenris

 * Sebastian: Are you an Andrastian, Fenris?
 * Fenris: If I say no, will you attempt to convert me?
 * Sebastian: Many elves believe in the maker. I ask only because I wonder if your experiences... soured your faith.
 * Fenris: My faith was never strong. It's difficult for a slave to have faith in someone who abandoned them.
 * Sebastian: The Maker didn't enslave you, Fenris.
 * Fenris: He didn't help me much, either.
 * Sebastian: And yet you stand here, free. Perhaps he helped you more than you think.


 * Sebastian: Were you ever dedicated in the faith of the chantry?
 * Fenris: I have no memory of my childhood.
 * Fenris: Danarius had no desire to teach his slaves anything that made them think they were worthy beings.
 * Sebastian: I'm sorry. I can't imagine how difficult your life has been.
 * Fenris: No, you can’t.
 * Sebastian: Whether you were taught it or not, the Maker has room at his side for every soul. Even yours.


 * Fenris: The Maker didn’t free me.
 * Sebastian: I see you’ve been thinking about what I said.
 * Fenris: I freed myself. If the Maker did anything, He watched. Why should I thank Him for that?
 * Sebastian: Is it so hard to believe the Maker cares for you? Maybe He gave you the chance to escape.
 * Fenris: It doesn’t feel like the Maker cares for me... or anyone.
 * Sebastian: We all make our own choices, to do good as well as evil. That is our own path, not the Maker’s.
 * Fenris: Perhaps. It’s... been a long time since I gave it any thought.
 * Sebastian: It’s not too late to start.


 * Sebastian: You know, when I return to Starkhaven you're welcome to come with me.
 * Fenris: And do what, exactly?
 * Sebastian: You're a fine warrior. If you could train men to fight like you do, we'd be unstoppable.
 * Fenris: I'm no leader, and I doubt humans would want me training them.
 * Sebastian: Then why not train elves? I bet there's plenty who would admire all you've accomplished.
 * Fenris: I... haven't accomplished anything.
 * Sebastian: No? You are your own man, living as you see fit - you give yourself too little credit.
 * Fenris: You are being kind.
 * Sebastian: Not at all. Think about it.


 * Sebastian: You know, Fenris, as a brother in the Chantry, I'm allowed to hear confessions.
 * Fenris: Why would you tell me this?
 * Sebastian: I know Danarius made you do things. I thought you might be more comfortable talking to a friend.
 * Sebastian: You should know, a murder committed under duress is a sin on the one who ordered it, not the one whose hands carried out the deed.
 * Fenris: Have I not spoken enough of my past? Does everyone in Kirkwall wish to hear every sordid detail?
 * Sebastian: Sometimes, it's painful to speak. But it's the only way the wound can be lanced.


 * Sebastian: It's our duty to tell the templars.
 * Fenris: Then why haven't you done it?
 * Sebastian: I guess I was hoping they'd come to it on their own.
 * Fenris: And then you wouldn't have to betray Hawke's friends, right?
 * Sebastian: That's not reason enough to allow a maleficar to walk free.
 * Anders: You think the templars don't know I'm here? They just haven't caught me yet.
 * Sebastian: Which of us should do it? Shall we draw lots?
 * Fenris: Uh-uh. You want to turn them in, you work it out with Hawke.

Sebastian and Isabela
(Alternatively if Hawke and Isabela have slept together)
 * Sebastian: Is this getting you any closer to your ship?
 * Isabela: Huh?
 * Sebastian: I just... don't understand why you're working with Hawke. You don't seem to care about anything you do.
 * Sebastian: What's keeping you here?
 * Isabela: Mostly the Blooming Rose. I'm paid up through the end of the year. I'd hate not to use it.
 * Sebastian: The... brothel?
 * Isabela: What? Women can't go to brothels, too? You're just not using your imagination.
 * Isabela: Oh look! Now you are. You're cute when you're blushing.
 * Sebastian: What's keeping you here?
 * Isabela: Mostly the sex. Hawke is an absolute tiger between the sheets.  I mean all night, every night.
 * Isabela: Oh cute! You're blushing.


 * Sebastian: I used to be like you, you know.
 * Isabela: You used to be a woman?
 * Sebastian: No!
 * Isabela: That explains a lot.
 * Sebastian: My family put me in the Chantry because I was giving them a bad name.
 * Sebastian: It was the best thing that ever happened to me. I found peace. I found a purpose.
 * Sebastian: Before I came here, I was out all hours, drinking and whoring. I didn't believe in anything other than my own pleasure.
 * Isabela: Why couldn't I have met you then?


 * Sebastian: I notice you talk about... vulgar things quite a bit.
 * Isabela: Do you want me to stop? Do I make you... uncomfortable?
 * Sebastian: It was just an observation, really.
 * Isabela: It's a bad habit I picked up, spending years around foul-mouthed pirates.
 * Isabela: Pirates only care about a small number of very specific things: the sea, strong drink, and booty. Both kinds.


 * Isabela: All right, let's get this over with.
 * Sebastian: A duel?
 * Isabela: No, the sermon. The finger-wagging, the guilt-trips, telling me how an unexamined life isn't worth living.
 * Sebastian: I wasn't going to -
 * Isabela: You weren't? You weren't going to tell me to comfort the needy and give freely of myself?
 * Sebastian: From what I hear, you already give yourself quite freely.
 * Isabela: Ooh. You got me there.


 * Sebastian: You've been watching me all day. It's getting a little...distracting.
 * Isabela: Merrill's right. Your armor is shiny. I can see myself in it. Look!
 * Isabela: Shit. Oh, shit. Is that a wrinkle? Is that a wrinkle between my brows?
 * Sebastian: Um, I don't see...
 * Isabela: Hold still!


 * Sebastian: That was very brave, coming back to face the Qunari.
 * Isabela: It was idiotic. They would have killed me.
 * Sebastian: And yet you returned anyway. You couldn't face the thought of so many innocents dying for something you could prevent.
 * Isabela: Tell that to the viscount.
 * Sebastian: It's frightening, isn't it? To realise you have the potential to be a better person.


 * Isabela: It's been years and not once have you tried to get me to repent and turn to the Maker.
 * Sebastian: Preaching rarely works, Isabela. To change someone's heart, one has to led by example.
 * Isabela: Huh. That makes sense. I can respect that.
 * Sebastian: I grew weary of the nameless strings of lovers and the nights of endless pleasure. You will, too.
 * Isabela: (Gasps) That's the cruelest thing anyone's ever said to me! I think I'm going to cry.


 * Isabela: So, I've never understood why the Chantry says if you're good you'll be taken up to the Maker's side.
 * Sebastian: Those who die with their sins cleansed from their souls will walk by the Maker in eternity.
 * Isabela: If they really want people to be good, shouldn't they offer lakes of wine and...a dozen naked virgins?
 * Sebastian: Anyone who wants that will be going to the Void.
 * Isabela: Sounds like that's where all the good parties will be.

Sebastian and Merrill

 * Sebastian: Have you heard the Chant of Light?
 * Merrill: That's the song they sing at the Chantry, right? It's pretty... but a little repetitive.
 * Sebastian: Then you know the story? How Andraste became the Maker's divine bride and convinced Him to offer us a second chance?
 * Merrill: Right. But I never understood why she had to die.
 * Sebastian: Her mortal husband betrayed her out of jealousy.
 * Merrill: But if He wanted her to spread her faith, couldn't she do that better alive?
 * Sebastian: The Maker gave us free will. By his betrayal, Maferath showed us that men were not yet worth saving.
 * Merrill: I don't know. It's a nice story, but I think it's got some holes.


 * Sebastian: So what do you believe, Merrill?
 * Merrill: Our gods abandoned us long ago. They haven't answered our prayers since the fall of Arlathan.
 * Merrill: When we've proven that we're elves again, that we didn't lose everything, they'll come back to us.
 * Sebastian: We say the same of the Maker.
 * Sebastian: Perhaps they're only different names for the same divine force that created the world.
 * Merrill: The Maker wants you to be elves?


 * Merrill: Your armor is very shiny, Sebastian. Doesn't that make you an easier target?
 * Sebastian: The Light of the Maker is my armor, Merrill. I am not afraid.
 * Merrill: Maybe you could ask Him to make His Light less shiny? Then you wouldn't need as much armor.

if Aveline is in the party:
 * Merrill: If your city was stolen, why didn't you just call the guards?
 * Sebastian: I'm afraid the matter can't be handled by guards, Merrill.
 * Merrill: Aveline could help you! She's very good at making thieves give things back. I think it's because she's so tall.
 * Sebastian: This is beyond even Aveline's power, I'm sorry to say.
 * Merrill: Are you sure? Have you seen her hit people?
 * Aveline: I can hear every word you're saying.


 * Merrill: Does your bow have a name? Varric's bow has a name.
 * Sebastian: I'm afraid I can't compete with our dear dwarf's... relationship to his weapon.
 * Merrill: You could call it Philomela!
 * Sebastian: Why would I do that?
 * Merrill: Because it reminds me of a woman in the alienage. Skinny, pointed, and always throwing things at people.


 * Merrill: I've always wondered: how do your Divines choose their names?
 * Sebastian: They write all the best sacred names on slips of paper and stuff them in a miter.
 * Sebastian: Then the newly elected Divine picks a name out of the hat.
 * Merrill: What if she picks a name she doesn't like? Does she have to keep it?
 * Sebastian: Of course she does. How do you think we got four Divines named Hortensia?


 * Merrill: What does your Chantry do?
 * Merrill: I mean, you keep saying how great it is. Anders and Isabela tell me to stay away from it. But what does it do?
 * Merrill: Among the Dalish, the Keepers teach the children, preserve our history, perform magic. The priestesses here just... sing.
 * Sebastian: The Chantry does many charitable works. It cares for widows and orphans-
 * Merrill: Who in the Dalish would just be part of the clan, like everyone else.
 * Merrill: I just don't get it.

Sebastian and Varric

 * Varric: So, Choir Boy, this usurper of yours is... twenty feet tall?
 * Sebastian: Not even close, no.
 * Varric: But he has claws for hands, right?
 * Sebastian: Fingers. Perfectly normal ones. If a little fat, perhaps.
 * Varric: He eats babies, though. And farts fire.
 * Sebastian: You're not serious, I hope.
 * Varric: You can't even pretend to be interesting, can you?


 * Varric: Tell us about Starkhaven, Choir Boy. I'm sure we're all burning with curiosity about your far-away land.
 * Sebastian: "My far-away land?" It's inland Free Marches, not on the moon.
 * Varric: And here I was hoping...
 * Sebastian: It's a lot like here. But fewer dead people.
 * Varric: Well, you don't have Hawke.


 * Sebastian: It's been very exciting working with Hawke.
 * Varric: Are you for real?
 * Sebastian: It seems like s/he's involved every time there's a crisis in Kirkwall.
 * Sebastian: I've never had so many opportunities to help people!
 * Varric: All right. I thought I was getting tired of moody. I take it back.
 * Varric: You're making my teeth ache.


 * Varric: I've heard rumors about Starkhaven, you know.
 * Varric: They say you eat the dead up there. And murder strangers in the street.
 * Sebastian: Why do I suspect that when you say you've "heard" rumors, you mean you've invented some?
 * Varric: Six of one, half-dozen of another.