Changes: Cassandra Pentaghast/Dialogue

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

Cassandra's remarks

(Finding a shard) Perhaps the Inquisition could determine the nature of these objects.
(Approaching a camp) This would be a good place to set up camp.
(When the compass map pulses) We should search the area.
(Advice) We must keep an eye on the College of Clerics. The moment they elect a Divine, things could change quickly.
(Advice) Watch the new recruits. Leliana says spies are inevitable, and I agree.
(Advice) We must guard Skyhold carefully. There is no telling when Corypheus will next attack.
(If In Hushed Whispers was completed) We must root out the red templars. They form the bulk of Corypheus's forces.
(After completing Here Lies the Abyss, before Wicked Eyes and Wicked Hearts) Now that the Grey Warden threat is dealt with, we must investigate the assassination plot. One can only hope it is not too late. More chaos in Orlais only helps Corypheus.
(Before What Pride Had Wrought) Hmm. It seems that Corypheus searches for elven artifacts? That's hardly surprising. Tevinter power is based on what those vultures scavenged from the ancient elves. Whatever advantage he hopes to gain, we need to stop him at once.
(After What Pride Had Wrought) Find Corypheus. If he vanishes, he will only rebuild his power and come at us again. And he will come. Whatever mad play the magister has in mind, you star as his nemesis. I shudder to think what a creature like that could concoct next, given the time.

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!
(Sera) Sera needs help!
(Cole) Cole's in trouble!

Fallen companions

(Inquisitor) Inquisitor!
(Inquisitor) No!

Location comments

(Cradle of Sulevin - Approaching an altar)
- Inquisitor: There's an altar.
- Cassandra: Be careful. This place is far too quiet for my liking.
(Crestwood - finding the family of nugs in the Flooded Caves)
- 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.

(If you kill the nugs)
- Cassandra: Was that really necessary?
(Crestwood) I understand the lake has been a source of local myths for centuries.
(Crestwood) I thought order was restored to Ferelden. To see such chaos, even here.
(Crestwood) It’s been many years since I came to this part of Ferelden.
(Emerald Graves - approaching Southfinger Tower) I can't believe that tower yet stands.
(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.
(Emerald Graves - fighting Chevalier Auguste) What manner of knight are you? You know nothing of justice!
(Emerald Graves - Chateau d'Onterre) This place makes my skin crawl.
(Emprise du Lion) Be wary. These mountains are the perfect place for an ambush.
(Emprise du Lion) In this weather, I'm glad for my armor.
(Emprise du Lion) Terrible what has been done to this place.
(Emprise du Lion) Watch your footing. There's a lot of ice and snow.
(Emprise du Lion) These mountains are beautiful, in their way. They remind me of the Vimmarks.
(Emprise du Lion - approaching a boat in the frozen Elfsblood River) Sahrnia wasn't prepared for this.
(Exalted Plains) Ugh, that smell.
(Exalted Plains) Almost every Orlesian noble keeps a winter home in the Dales. It’s a mark of status.
(Exalted Plains - burning a body pit) There are so many. This was intentional.
(Exalted Plains - finding Valorin) This... this is blood magic.
(Exalted Plains - entering Var Bellanaris) Reminds me of Nevarra. We should not disturb the dead. Who knows what could happen.
(Fallow Mire) Just imagine how this place gets at the height of summer.
(Fade - on entering the Fade during Here Lies the Abyss) Imagine it! To walk in the Fade and survive...
(Fade - encountering Justinia V)
- Cassandra: Could that truly have been the Most Holy?
- Vivienne: Justinia was unarmed and unprepared. She could not have defended herself against the creatures of the Fade.
- Vivienne: Whether this is a kindly spirit or a demon fighting its rival for territory remains to be seen.
- Sera: So she's not real? Then the Nightmare's fake, too, right? Right?
- Loghain: A demon that feeds on fear. Despicable, even for a beast of the Fade.
- Loghain: After its corruption of the Wardens, I'll see it pay.
(Fade - conversing with the Nightmare)
- Nightmare: Your Inquisitor is a fraud, Cassandra. Yet more evidence there is no Maker, that all your "faith" has been for naught.
- Cassandra: Die in the Void, demon.
(Forbidden Oasis) There's a single oasis in the midst of these wastes. They seem endless, don't they?
(Forbidden Oasis - at the door to Solasan)
- Inquisitor: Something feels wrong here. It’s worse by the door.
- Cassandra: Indeed. I feel it as well.
(Forbidden Oasis - entering Solasan) The ill feeling by the entry - it's not present here.
(Hinterlands) It can't properly be called a war any longer. It's a free-for-all, mages against templars against everyone.
(Hinterlands) It seems the Fereldan army has chosen to stay clear, for now.
(Hinterlands)
- Cassandra: Stay alert. The chaos has made this part of Ferelden more dangerous than ever before.
- Vivienne: Except perhaps during the Blight, my dear.
- Cassandra: All right, yes. Except during the Blight.
(Hinterlands - fighting the crazed wolves) No normal wolf would fight with such determination.
(Hinterlands)
- Cassandra: The people here should leave the area. It's too dangerous.
- Varric: This is their home, Seeker.
(Hinterlands)
- Cassandra: Look at this. The apostates have gone mad with power.
- Varric: The templars aren't looking any better here.
(Hinterlands - approaching the templar encampment) The templars have secured a position ahead.
(Hissing Wastes) This would be a good place for someone to hide--if they could survive the climate.
(Hissing Wastes) How old do you imagine these ruins are?
(Hissing Wastes) Be wary. Many predators come out at night.
(Hissing Wastes) It is bitterly cold, but I have never seen a clearer night.
(Hissing Wastes) (Coughs.) I will never get the dust from my throat.
(Hissing Wastes, near The Oasis)
- Cassandra: Is that perfume?
- Solas (If in the party): You must be ---- (sniffs). Strange ---- the trees, perhaps?
- Dorian (if in the party): You must be imagining --- (sniffs). Well, now I smell it.

(Storm Coast) The damp cuts right through your armour, doesn't it?
(Storm Coast) They call it the Waking Sea because it's said that here the Maker's wrath was awakened.
(Storm Coast) This region is known for its pirate coves. Be on the lookout.
(Storm Coast) Surprising that there are no ships. This time of year there should be plenty.
(Storm Coast - during 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.
(Storm Coast - during Red Water) Many of these templars were good men and women once. A shame to see them corrupted beyond recognition.
(Storm Coast - Dragon Island) Stay alert. We're in the beast's territory now.
(Winter Palace - after meeting Briala in the Grand Apartments)
- Cassandra: More politics and double-dealing. Is there anyone here who is not corrupt?
- Vivienne: It's the Game, my dear. Everyone plays it here.

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? Tough though, 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's comments about Companions

Cole: Tell that demon...what does it call itself, Cole? Tell it to leave. He may not mean harm, but that does not mean he will not harm us. Spirits are not creatures to take at face value. Be cautious with him, Inquisitor.
Dorian: Treat Dorian with caution. It's possible he could be what he seems: a Tevinter mage wishing to do better than his countrymen. What if he is not? At best, his presence makes the Inquisition appear to have questionable allies.
Sera: Watch the treasury carefully. With that Sera present.....(Inquisitor: "you think she's here to rob us?").....Possibly not, but I wouldn't put it past her.
Vivienne: It's good that you recruited Enchanter Vivienne into the Inquisition. She is ambitious but has always shown sense in her dealings with the Chantry. My advice would be to watch her, but heed her when she speaks. That one wastes no words.

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.

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Blackwall: You had a brother?

Pre-Revelations:

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?

Post-Revelations:

Cassandra: Yes, not that it concerns you.
Blackwall: I had a sister. A younger sister. She died when I was very little.
Cassandra: Is that a true fact, or another fabrication?
Blackwall: I have no more reason to lie, Cassandra. I often wonder what she’d be like now, had she lived.
Cassandra: If you even think of saying she’d be like me, I will hit you.
Blackwall: Hitting is better than quiet rage?
Cassandra: (Chuckles) Ahem.

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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.

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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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If Loghain is alive:

Cassandra: I understand Loghain is not highly regarded in Ferelden despite his efforts against the Blight.
Blackwall: "Traitor" is not an easy title to escape.
Cassandra: He doesn't deny the claims, but I'm not certain he accepts them, either.
Blackwall: I wasn't there, Cassandra.
Cassandra: Forgive me. He is your comrade––––that was insensitive.

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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.

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Cassandra: And how did you join the Wardens?
Blackwall: It's the usual story.
Cassandra: There is no such thing as a "usual" story.
Blackwall: A tavern? A chance meeting? A Senior Warden who saw worth in a worthless man? I'm not alone.
Cassandra: There is more to this, you just don't want to tell it.
Blackwall: No, you don't want to hear it.

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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.

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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.

Prior to Revelations:

Cassandra: Thank you. That's very kind.

After Revelations:

Cassandra: That won't be necessary.
Blackwall: Of course.

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

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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.

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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.

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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.
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Blackwall: Is it true that Leliana knows everything about everyone?
Cassandra: Only the Maker knows everything about everyone, but it doesn't hurt if people believe it of Leliana.
Blackwall: You encourage it?
Cassandra: It keeps people honest. Besides, if there is anything to learn, Leliana will learn it. I've seen her work.
Blackwall: Right. Good to know.

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Cassandra: What is the matter with you?
Blackwall: You mean me?
Cassandra: You’re favouring your right arm.
Blackwall: It’s just a slight sprain, should be fine by tomorrow. I…appreciate your concern.
Cassandra: You are still a part of the Inquisition, and you continue without complaint. So long as you serve, I would not see you injured.
Blackwall: Thank you, Seeker Cassandra.

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(If the Inquisitor is romancing Cassandra)

Blackwall: Love suits you Cassandra.
Cassandra: What are you talking about?
Blackwall: You seem to be smiling a great deal more than usual, or am I mistaken?
Cassandra: Evidently.
Blackwall: And the sidelong glances at the Inquisitor?
Cassandra: You’re seeing things.
Blackwall: The humming?
Cassandra: I do not hum.
Blackwall: Then apparently I should better protect my head.

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Cassandra: I see the Inquisitor kept you around. I would not have were it up to me.
Blackwall: Such spite is beneath you Cassandra.
Cassandra: Is it? What do you know of me? Even less than we know of you.
Blackwall: I…wasn’t…
Cassandra: You have no right to determine what is beneath me. Not now not ever.
Inquisitor: That’s enough Cassandra!
Cassandra: As you wish. I was going to pursue it no further.

(Or)

Inquisitor: Leave it be Blackwall. There’s no point.
Blackwall: I…Of course. You’re right.

(Or)

Inquisitor: The way you two bicker is quite funny.
Cassandra: It isn’t meant to be. And it ends here.
Blackwall: As you wish, Seeker.

───────

(After completing Promise of Destruction)

Blackwall: I’m sorry about your apprentice.
Cassandra: Former apprentice. Daniel completed his training with me years ago.
Blackwall: It must be difficult to-
Cassandra: What makes you think I would welcome your pity?
Blackwall: I don’t, and I didn’t know him, but it seems we lost a good Seeker.
Cassandra: I…you are right. He was a good man, thank you.

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(After completing Promise of Destruction)

Cassandra: Daniel had raw skill; everyone could see it (laughs). He knew it himself.
Blackwall: Quite a handful then.
Cassandra: You would think so, but no, he was attentive, to the point of irritation at times. He was under the impression that I had something to teach him.
Blackwall: Sounds like a fine young man.
Cassandra: He was.

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(If Alistair is the Warden contact)

Cassandra: Alistair speaks highly of you Blackwall.
Blackwall: He does? We just met.
Cassandra: You knew his mentor, Duncan?
Blackwall: Right.
Cassandra: What was he like?
Blackwall: Well…Alistair’s a good man, he helped end the Blight, and Duncan’s the sort even he would look up to.

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(If Alistair/Loghain was left in the Fade)

Cassandra: I should ask Mother Giselle to hold a service for Alistair/Loghain. We must honour his courage, and his sacrifice.

(Post-Revelations)

Cassandra: You should attend Blackwall.
Blackwall: Why do you want me there?
Cassandra: You pretended to be a Warden long enough. You should pay respect to one who actually served.

(Pre-Revelations)

Cassandra: Would you join us Blackwall? One of his own should attend.
Blackwall: You knew him as well as I did Cassandra…but I will pay my respects.

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(If Stroud is the Warden contact)

Cassandra: Stroud shares your reserved nature, Blackwall. It must be a common trait among Wardens.
Blackwall: You find me reserved?
Cassandra: At times.
Blackwall: I was aiming for aloof.
Cassandra: Keep trying. I’m certain you’ll get there.

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Blackwall: The other day, did I see you punch a tree? What did it ever do to you?
Cassandra: Plenty.
Blackwall: I see…
Cassandra: Uh, I, suffered from hay fever when I was small. My brother joked I should punch a tree in retaliation, so I did, and the sneezing stopped. I’ve done it ever since.
Blackwall: The direct approach (Chuckles), I like it.

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Cassandra: I cannot place your fighting style, and I have studied the martial arts for years.
Blackwall: It’s… from everywhere. I traveled a lot in my youth.

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Cassandra: How do you stand the Skyhold stables?
Blackwall: They’re quiet. I like having time to myself.
Cassandra: I can’t imagine finding "quiet time" in that stench.
Blackwall: They’re only horses.
Cassandra: They’re not horses. They’re dung monsters with hooves and tails.

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Cassandra and Cole

Cassandra: If you are to fight alongside 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.
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Cole: You're a better Seeker than Lambert. You care about everyone.
Cassandra: You knew Lord Seeker Lambert?
Cole: I killed him. He cared more about stopping mages than protecting people.
Cassandra: You... killed the Lord Seeker?
Cole: Pathetic mages. Crush them at Andoral's Reach or starve them out. Doesn't matter which.
Cole: I need an example, Seekers succeeding, seizing power. Overthrow the Divine, triumphant in the eyes of the Maker.
Cassandra: I... am uncertain whether to believe you.
Cole: You believe I killed him.
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Cassandra: Cole, do you have any proof about what you claim Lord Seeker Lambert did?

Cole: I was there. I didn't need proof.
Cassandra: But he could have been brought to justice. There are rules...
Cole: He used rules to hurt people. He always found a way to be right, even when he killed my friend.
Cassandra: You had a friend?
Cole: A pretty Templar. She died protecting Rhys and me, but she got better.
Cassandra: I... don't even want to know what that means.
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Cassandra: I have considered what you said about Lord Seeker Lambert, Cole. If it's true, then perhaps he deserved to die.
Cassandra: Though it need not have been you who killed him.
Cole: He would have hurt people.
Cassandra: It is not that simple.
Cole: Why not? He made templars see monsters instead of mages, made them push until it all fell down.
Cassandra: We thought Lambert was assassinated. It made the rebellion worse, and many people were killed.
Cole: But not by him.
Cassandra: (Sighs.)

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Cassandra: Cole, you killed Lord Seeker Lambert so he wouldn't hurt people.
Cole: Yes. Thank you for remembering. Sometimes people forget me.
Cassandra: Is that why you went to Therinfal?
Cole: Most sounded the same, but the leaders they listened to were hurt, hollowed, sick with a new song.
Cole: They swallowed lies until they sang with darker music. The sound hollowed them.
Cole: I wanted them to stop me if I harmed people, but I had to stop them instead.
Cole: Oh, wait. You had a question.
Cassandra: Perhaps we should think of something more... pleasant.
Cole: Like helping people?
Cassandra: Yes, like that.

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Cole: Oh. That makes more sense.
Cassandra: Why do you look at me when you say that?
Cole: You found faith, not just a feeling. It was a spirit.
Cassandra: We do not need to speak of this further.
Cole: I'm a spirit that touched a body, you're a body that touched a spirit. We're the same but backwards!
Cassandra: Please, stop.

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Cole: It's you, Cassandra.
Cole: Breathing from the belly, cold air warmed, stones beneath me, candle before me, Maker all around.
Cole: Then nothing, empty, I'm cut, cauterized, then caught, cleansed by a light that carries me home.
Cole: You're thinking backwards. You don't have faith because of the spirit. The spirit came because of your faith.
Cole: It's you.
Cassandra: Thank you, Cole. I appreciate that.

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(Occurs if Cole spares the Templar during his personal quest.){{Spoiler|*Cassandra: So, Cole, you've forgiven the Templar who... killed you?

Cole: I don't know if I'll ever forgive him. But I can live with him.
Cole: Killing him won't make anything better. It's more complicated than that.
Cassandra: I think that's the first time I've heard you admit anything is complicated.
Cole: I don't understand all of it. I'm trying.

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(Occurs if Cole spares the Templar during his personal quest.){{Spoiler|*Cassandra: What the Templars did to you, to the real Cole... I knew the treatment was harsh, but...

Cole: There were beatings, worse than beatings. "If you tell anyone, I'll say you used blood magic."
Cole: Not all Templars were like that. But not enough could stand up to the ones who were.
Cassandra: Whatever happens in the future, there will be changes to how Templars and mages govern themselves.
Cassandra: The Inquisition may have a say in such changes. I... would appreciate any insight you might have.
Cole: You'd take advice from a demon?
Cassandra: I'll take it. I'm not promising to follow it.

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(Occurs if Cole spares the Templar during his personal quest.){{Spoiler|*Cole: I was wrong to kill Lambert, wasn't I, Cassandra?

Cassandra: What made you change your mind?
Cole: I can see more. I could have helped the rebel mages. I could have warned someone.
Cole: Things are connected, tied in a tangle. Fixing one thing might break something else.
Cole: How do you do it?
Cassandra: I try, but don't always succeed. You do your best, and have faith it will turn out as it should.
Cole: I was never a spirit of faith, but thank you. I will try to be more like you.
Cassandra: You may regret that notion, but I wish you well.

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(Occurs if Cole spares the Templar during his personal quest.){{Spoiler|*Cassandra: So, Cole, Varric tells me you were a spirit of compassion.

Cole: Yes.
Cassandra: How does compassion become such a deadly killer?
Cole: Templars.
Cassandra: Ah. I'm truly sorry.
Cole: Don't be. You and Cullen care. That's more than most.

(Occurs if Cole spares the Templar during his personal quest.){{Spoiler|*Cassandra: What is it, Cole? Why the odd looks?

Cole: Light pastry with blueberries, sticky on your fingers. Small hands reaching as Anthony tears his in half.
Cole: But when you got to the kitchen, they were all gone.
Cassandra: Ah, yes. They are delicious, but do not last long.
Cole: I would get you one, but they see me in the kitchen now. They ask if I want a glass of water, a piece of bread. They want to help me. It should be the other way around.
Cassandra: Sometimes it's difficult to accept the kindness of others, but it can be worth the effort.
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(Occurs if Cole forgives the Templar during his personal quest.){{Spoiler|*Cassandra: So, Cole, I understand you are safe from binding now.

Cole: Yes. I am unbound, unbowed, old wounds unbroken.
Cole: I can be me, no fear of falling.
Cassandra: Fear of falling?
Cole: Anthony falls, blood spraying, not the blood they wanted. If a scream were a blade, revenge would be easy.
Cole: You didn't fall, but you faltered. Anger makes you other. You understand.
Cassandra: Perhaps I do at that.

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(Occurs if Cole forgives the Templar during his personal quest.){{Spoiler|*Cassandra: What is it, Cole? Why the odd looks?

Cole: Light pastry with blueberries, sticky on your fingers. Small hands reaching as Anthony tears his in half.
Cole: But when you got to the kitchen, they were all gone.
Cassandra: Ah, yes. They are delicious, but do not last long.
Cole: I could get you one. The cooks don't see me.
Cassandra: Just because they don't see you doesn't mean it isn't theft.

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Cole: You're sad about the Seekers.
Cassandra: That takes no magical gift to understand, Cole.
Cole: The room with the candle. It wasn't a lie. Your faith was real.
Cassandra: The same could be said for Lambert or Lucius. A single moment of perfect faith does not make one immune to fault.
Cole: Belly knotted, the candle burns like the sun. No voice but my own for months. "Blessed are they who stand before the corrupt and the wicked and do not falter."
Cassandra: "Blessed are the peacekeepers, the champions of the just."
Cole: It will be enough.

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Cole: Where would the Inquisition go?
Cassandra: What do you mean?
Cole: The Wardens wanted to help, but they hurt people instead. You would have sent them away, Cassandra.
Cassandra: I believe it may have been safer, but we cannot know for certain.
Cole: If the Inquisition stops helping, where would we go to keep people safe from us?
Cassandra: We must pray that it never comes to that.
Cole: Prayer isn't a place. It would not save them from us.
Cassandra: The Wardens fell. The Inquisition need not follow suit.
Cole: The Wardens thought the same. So did the templars.
Cassandra: Then we must be vigilant.

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Cole: Warden-Commander Clarel wasn't like you, Cassandra.
Cassandra: Thank you, Cole... I think. I never met Clarel, but I will take that as a compliment.
Cole: She fell because she fell. That's how Erimond convinced her to hurt people. He made it look like bravery.
Cole: She called it a choice, but it was a lie. She was afraid.
Cole: You aren't afraid. You won't fall.
Cassandra: Thank, you, Cole. I appreciate that.

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Cassandra: What of magister Erimond? Do you sense a secret pain in him?
Cole: No. Erimond is an asshole.
Cassandra: (Laughs.) Well said.

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Cole: Shield catches the blow, blade comes down, shiver through the hilt as it cuts. Another bandit falls.
Cole: A good strike, Lucius would have been proud. The bandit's eyes meet mine as he falls, so afraid. Such a waste.
Cassandra: Please leave my mind, Cole.
Cole: You don't need to feel bad.
Cassandra: I do not feel bad. The bandits needed to die.
Cole: Not that. You feel bad for being proud of it.
Cole: You couldn't help the bandits. Some people have to die. Being happy for your skill doesn't make you cruel.
Cassandra: Thank you... I suppose.
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Cole: Do you ever take off your armor and talk to it?
Cassandra: No.
Cole: It might say something nice.
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Cole: Your elbow made him smile.
Cassandra: My... who are you talking about?
Cole: The blacksmith's apprentice. He repaired the armor. He was too shy to ask if you were satisfied.
Cole: He saw you smile as you tested the joint. It made him happy.
Cassandra: It was fine work. I will remember to thank him when we are back at Skyhold.
Cole: My elbows don't make anyone smile.

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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 cloths 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 about that.

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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?

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Cassandra: Cole, I found a locket on my pillow earlier.
Cole: It was Anthony's.
Cassandra: It was my grandmother's, actually. But it had Anthony'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.

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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...

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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.

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(Occurs after Here Lies the Abyss)

Cole: Voices sing, but the hawk has flown away and cannot hear them. Standing by the door. Legs stuck. I shouldn't be here.

(If Bethany is still alive)

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/woman.
Cole: It isn't your fault he/she died.
Cassandra: Perhaps not. Sometimes knowing that isn't enough.
Cole: Can you know it more?
Cassandra: Be easy, Cole. I will be fine.

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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

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.

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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.

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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.

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Dorian: Cassandra, I owe you an apology.
Cassandra: Apologize to me? For what?
Dorian: For judging your seekers. Considering my feelings about Tevinter, I shouldn't throw stones.
Cassandra: That is... remarkably decent of you Dorian.
Dorian: It was fun to goad you. You get this little knot between your eyebrows... See, there it is! Delightful.
Cassandra: Continue on this path and we'll see if it remains such.

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Dorian: Still don't like me, Cassandra? After all this time?
Cassandra: Why does it matter? We are different in every possible way.
Dorian: Not every way. There is my family.
Cassandra: Your family of slave-owning Imperial magisters.
Dorian: Ghastly, isn't it? Toss it all on the fire and be done with it, that's what I say.
Cassandra: (Chuckles.) Very well. There is that.
Dorian: I knew you'd come around.

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Cassandra: What does Corypheus hope to accomplish? Dorian, you must know.
Dorian: Let me guess: because he's Tevinter?
Cassandra: Well, you have better insight into the Tevinter mind than anyone else here.
Dorian: Darling Cassandra, Corypheus is from a Tevinter that's been dead and gone a thousand years. Whatever nostalgic vision he's selling, it has little to do with my Tevinter. Or his followers', frankly.

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Cassandra: Do you truly think the Venatori have no idea what Corypheus will do?
Dorian: Some of my current 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 that 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.

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Dorian: Is it true that the Rite of Tranquility can be reversed Cassandra?
Cassandra: It is, although I'll not ask how you heard that.
Dorian: Maker's breath. If I count the Tranquil in Tevinter alone...
Cassandra: I'm surprised they use the Rite in your homeland at all.
Dorian: It's a sentence handed down by the Magisterium. "Abuse of magic" has so many convenient interpretations.
Cassandra: The reversal process is not simple and must be investigated... but yes, it will have implications here and abroad.

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(After Dorian's personal quest)

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.

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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.

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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.

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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: 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.

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(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.

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(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.

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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.

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(After Here Lies the Abyss)

Cassandra: If the Archdemon survived a 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: Meaning what? It cannot be slain unless he is?

or

Cassandra: We've seen that Corypheus is immortal. Does that mean they both are?
Dorian: That, or we need a much deeper chasm.

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Dorian: My family once took me to Nevarra, Cassandra.
Cassandra: You undoubtedly saw more of it than I ever did.
Dorian: I was young, and all I wanted to do was visit a necropolis. I was desperate.
Cassandra: They're dark. And full of undead. And the smell of stale incense still makes me want to vomit.
Dorian: Ah. There goes that childhood fantasy.

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This section contains spoilers for:
Dragon Age: Inquisition.

Dorian: A little bird tells me you might be up for the Sunburst throne Cassandra.
Cassandra: I suppose you prefer to see a man in the position.
Dorian: You certainly would be a first step towards that.
Cassandra: That would be less amusing should it actually come to pass.
Dorian: You'd be mad to consider it. Can you imagine the target it would place on you?
Cassandra: I don't want to think about that right now.

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This section contains spoilers for:
Dragon Age: Inquisition.

Dorian: Do you think they'll actually make you Divine?
Cassandra: It seems anything is possible these days.
Dorian: It's so odd. Like waiting for the Chantry fairy to appear."Congratulations! You're the ruler!"
Cassandra: We do not engage in pitch battle for the position as you do in Tevinter.
Dorian: The successor must prove he could slaughter his enemies, he doesn't actually do it. We're not savages.
Cassandra: Indeed. The slaughter occurs after he becomes Divine.
Dorian: (Chuckles) That's considered housekeeping.

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Dorian: How do you want to be remembered, Cassandra? Valiant yet sexy rebel against the status quo?
Cassandra: I don't have any control over how I'll be remembered.
Dorian: Sword raised high, blue scarf dramatically fluttering in the wind, sun rising behind you?
Cassandra: Blue scarf? Why would I be wearing such a thing?
Dorian: It's a painting, of course. Work with me. It'll be fantastic.

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Cassandra: You're not as handsome as you think, Dorian.
Dorian: I must be, or you wouldn't have been thinking about it all this time.
Cassandra: Anyone who claims it as often as you must be dreadfully concerned they're not.
Dorian: Look at this profile. Isn't it incredible? I picture it in marble.

Cassandra and Iron Bull

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?

(If the Inquisitor is in a romance with Cassandra)

Iron Bull: You and the boss should use that between the sheets.
Cassandra: How do you know we haven't already?
Iron Bull: Hah!

(If the Inquisitor is in a romance with Iron Bull)

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)

(Otherwise)

Iron Bull: Hey, are you as turned on as I am right now?
Cassandra: Am I what?
Iron Bull: That's probably impossible anyway.

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Iron Bull: Hey, 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.
Iron Bull: One good shot, and all that cleavage gets knocked right into the sternum. Real messy.
Iron Bull: Good on you for going practical.
Cassandra: I aim to please.
Iron Bull: Leaves something to the imagination, too.

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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.

(If the Inquisitor is in a romance with Cassandra)

Cassandra: How odd, since I'm feeling so much less frustrated as of late.
Iron Bull: Hah!

(If the Inquisitor is in a romance with Iron Bull)

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.

(If Dorian is in a romance with Iron Bull)

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

(Otherwise)

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.

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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)

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

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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.

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

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(If a Qunari Inquisitor is in a romance with Cassandra)

Iron Bull: So, Seeker, seems you have a thing for Qunari men after all.
Cassandra: Certain ones...

(Otherwise)

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'll run him hard.
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: Knock it off, Bull.
Iron Bull: Fine, fine... but she started it, all doe eyed and crap. See, now he's ignoring us. You've offended him.
Cassandra: (Sighs.)

or

Inquisitor: Respectfully? That's crazy talk.
Iron Bull: Well, then, go wild you two!
Cassandra: (Disgusted grunt)

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(If Bull and Dorian are in a relationship)

Cassandra: So, Bull, about Dorian...
Iron Bull: Yes, it's true.

(If Dorian is in the party)

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: Awww, you're happy.
Dorian: (Sighs.)
Cassandra: (Laughs)

(Otherwise)

Iron Bull: Jealous, Seeker?
Cassandra: Jealous... 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

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(If the Inquisitor is in a romance with Iron Bull)

Cassandra: You are aware his/her 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.

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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...

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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.

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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.

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Iron Bull: So, you ever 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.

or

Inquisitor: (Sigh.) She's not going to change her mind, Bull.
Cassandra: Not due to pestering, that's certain.

or

Inquisitor: Blackwall isn't even here to defend himself.
Iron Bull: Not that he would.
Cassandra: He cannot. Let us leave it at that.

(Alternative if Blackwall is in the party)

Blackwall: (Coughs.)
Iron Bull: No? Sorry, Blackwall.
Blackwall: It's fine.
Cassandra: I'm pleased it causes you so little trouble.
Blackwall: (Sighs.)

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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.

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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 an Aqun-Athlok. The Aqun-Athlok joins the warriors and is treated like 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?

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Iron Bull: You know, Seeker, I really like hitting things.
Cassandra: So I'd gathered.
Iron Bull: I knew you'd understand!

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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.
Sera: (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!

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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.)

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Cassandra: That move you performed in our last fight was well executed, Bull. I'm impressed.
Iron Bull: Thank you, Seeker. I'd be happy to teach you.
Cassandra: If you had done that 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've 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: (Laughs.) 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've never considered what I must look like to someone common. I must indeed seem terrifying.
Sera: Nah, you're alright. Skip the "someone common" bit, though, makes you seem a bit of a shit.

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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 down the shops in Val Royeaux. You'd see them on walls a lot. Cost a bundle, and you couldn't even eat off them. Well, part of them. The yellowy-brown paint's poisonous. Had to keep your mash off her eyes.
Cassandra: They put Most Holy's portrait on plates?

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Sera: You good yet, Cassandra? Can you 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 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.

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(If the Inquisitor is in a romance 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, kissy romantic!
Cassandra: Ugh, there is no need to tell anyone that.

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!

Or

Sera: Hey Inky! We telling anyone?
Inquisitor: Does yelling it while we're walking around count?
Sera: No. Wait. Yes. Sorry Cassandra! But thanks!

Or

Inquisitor: Not a soul, Sera.
Sera: Awwww, but you heard it, right? I heard it. Thanks, Cassandra.

───────

(If the Inquisitor is in a romance 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.

───────

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?

(If Sera went into the Fade)

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.

(If Sera did not go into the fade)

Cassandra: I know what happened at Adamant troubled you. If you ever wish to talk...
Sera: The Inquisitor 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.

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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 Porta Fillomajig 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.

(If Inquisitor is in a romance with Cassandra)

Sera: Hey Inquisitor! Is that true? Do they fit across her underpants?
Cassandra: You will not answer that.

(If Inquisitor is not in a romance with Cassandra)

Sera: (Laughs.) No way that fits across your breeches.
Cassandra: (Laughs.)

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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.

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Cassandra: Sera, I was speaking with Dagna recently––––did you take some of her tools?
Sera: Just the thing that removes the screwy 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.

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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 stand 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. Just seems like you could punch a bear if you wanted.

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Cassandra: Sera, why would you assume I should use my training to assault an animal?
Sera: What, the "punch a bear" thing? I don't know, I just figured you'd want to know if you could? I mean, I sometimes pot an arrow just to see if I can hit something. Did Andraste say not to use your training for fun? Fun for you, I mean. Probably not fun for the bear. You've got some reach on you.
Cassandra: No. No, Andraste did not specifically say one should not punch bears.
Sera: Well. There you go, then?

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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 street with your wits and a quiver. Neither full.
Sera: Pfft, you come from nobles all right. Get over yourself. I'm not even near the bottom of what real people live through.

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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: Oooooh. 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.

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

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Sera: Oh, come on. Make another guess!
Cassandra: 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: (Sighs.)

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Cassandra: Here's a guess for you, Sera: Ansburg.
Sera: Mm, 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.

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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 just hoped 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: Aww, for me? (Laughs.)

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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... 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.

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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!" (Chuckles.) Not bad, right?
Cassandra: If somewhat blasphemous.
Sera: Pfft. It's funny!

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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.

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Cassandra: Sera, I noticed one of my books is missing.

(if Cole is 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.

(Otherwise)

Sera: Ask that thing. It... touches everything.

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.

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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.

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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.)

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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.

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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.

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Cassandra: Sera, do you believe in the Maker?
Sera: Yes? Some of its 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.

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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.

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Solas: It is a comfort to have you present on our journeys, Seeker.
Cassandra: You so rarely call me by my name, Solas. Why is that?
Solas: Manners, perhaps?
Cassandra: Manners have not held you back on other occasions.
Solas: I say what I believe to be true, even if it gives offense to those who prefer the lie. But there is no lie in what you are. Your position is an honorable one, and well-earned.

───────

Solas: You fight hard, Seeker.
Cassandra: We would be dead if I did not.

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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.

(Alternative line if Promise of Destruction is complete:)

Cassandra: I know my abilities do not come from the Maker, as I had once thought...
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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

───────

Cassandra: You say you've witnessed past events in the Fade, Solas--or the memories of them.
Cassandra: But the Fade distorts reality. Surely it cannot offer a true reflection of what occurred.
Solas: Are your own memories any different? The truth is never precise, regardless of where you are.

───────

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?

If the Inquisitor and Cassandra do not get along:

Cassandra: I do not always agree with the Inquisitor, but I know well that I'm not also always right. So, whatever regrets I have I will endure. The world needs a leader.

If the Inquisitor and Cassandra do get along:

Cassandra: I did my part. But the power you describe was never mine to carry.
Cassandra: I know myself and I cannot be the leader we need. Thus, I have no regrets.

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.

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(If Inquisitor romanced Solas and removed the vallaslin)

Cassandra: I admit, I know little of their meaning, but I did not think it was possible to remove Dalish tattoos.
Solas: Most Dalish would agree with you--and see little value in doing so.
Cassandra: Then how--?
Solas: It was done in a... private moment, I would rather not discuss it.
Cassandra: Of course, I should not have asked.

───────

Cassandra: What is it like when templars nullify magic, Solas?
Solas: It is as though you are drawing upon the world around us. Mages draw forth the essence of the fade, and use that essence to shape reality.
Cassandra: And our powers drive it back, making this world harder to affect?
Solas: In a manner of speaking. You reinforce reality so it's less mutable. The fade has nowhere to gain a foothold, and the magic disperses.
Cassandra: No one has ever accused me of reinforcing reality before.
Solas: You are a seeker of truth.

───────

If In Hushed Whispers is completed and the mages are allied:

Cassandra: Now that they are allied with the Inquisition, the rebel mages are likely to enjoy more freedoms.
Solas: I expect you are correct.
Cassandra: I thought you would be pleased.
Solas: I will be pleased when the world we share is not threatened by a blight-corrupted madman.

If In Hushed Whispers is completed and 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.

If Champions of the Just is completed and the Templars are allied:

Cassandra: Allying with the Inquisition is likely to give the Templars significantly more authority.
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 Here Lies the Abyss:

Cassandra: Solas, the dragon Corypheus commands - could it truly be an Archdemon?
Solas: One assumes that if it were, we would be facing a Blight.
Cassandra: So what is it, then? A corrupted dragon, simply another darkspawn?
Solas: It is connected to Corypheus. Such a relation goes beyond mere control - it is a bond.
Cassandra: It makes you wonder if that's all the Archdemons themselves are: pets to beings who no longer exist.
Solas: I would not go as far as that. This dragon is a replica, spawned from a creature who aspires to greatness. No more.

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Cassandra: Solas, what do you think this Corypheus actually is?
Solas: A darkspawn, as he appears.
Cassandra: But what of the orb he wields and the dragon he commands? This is no ordinary darkspawn.
Solas: His true advantage is the red lyrium. It is corrupted by the Blight as he is, thus taps into its power twofold.
Solas: Whatever he was before, that is what makes him dangerous now.

───────

(After Promise of Destruction is completed)

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 Promise of Destruction is completed)

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.

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(After Promise of Destruction is completed)

Cassandra: Solas, I assume you know it's possible to reverse the Rite of Tranquility.
Solas: I did hear of what you learned, yes.
Cassandra: I know of only one mage thus cured, and... he had no control of his emotions. He was distraught.
Cassandra: Do you think that would have passed? If the Tranquil are cured only to end up thus...
Solas: They would be a danger to themselves and others, yes.
Solas: It is difficult to say. In your Vigil, you were Tranquil for but a moment. They have suffered much longer.
Solas: Such control is like a muscle, atrophying without use. Given time it might be restored, but until then...
Cassandra: That may be a risk we are obligated to undertake.
Solas: They will be grateful... even the ones who do not survive.

───────

(After Promise of Destruction is completed)

Solas: You seem troubled, Seeker. Still plagued by thoughts of your order?
Cassandra: I... am reminded of what I was told following my vigil. They said my abilities were a gift from the Maker, a reward for my faith and dedication. But it was a trick, wasn't it? A ritual no different that the Harrowing, simply magic...
Solas: Do you know how rare spirits of faith are? How difficult it is to draw them to this world? You should be proud, having accomplished something so remarkable, not ashamed it was not what you thought.
Cassandra: Thank you, Solas. That... does make me feel better.
Solas: Your faith does you credit, Cassandra. I hope your Maker is worthy.

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(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: Solas, you heard of the spirit they encountered in the fade. Could it have been Justinia?
Solas: If you are looking for certainty, Cassandra, I cannot help you.
Cassandra: She helped the Inquisitor--as Justinia would have.
Solas: Then spirit or no, her actions were worthy of respect.
Cassandra: (Sighs.) I suppose that is all we will ever know.

───────

(After All New, Faded for Her)

Cassandra: Solas, I am sorry about your... friend.
Solas: Thank you.
Cassandra: I knew demons and spirits were similar, but I did not know one could become the other so easily.
Solas: Not similar, Seeker. The same. The Chantry sees black and white, but nature is, and always has been, grey. A spirit is a purpose. A demon is that purpose perverted.
Cassandra: That might be true with a spirit of compassion, but what is the purpose of a hunger demon?
Solas: Survival. Satiation. The pleasure of taste, of feeding. True hunger, however, is much darker. Think of all those who starve in this world. Mankind has itself to blame for the existence of demons.

───────

Cassandra: I had not considered how fighting in our world might affect the Fade. Is it always thus, Solas?
Solas: It is worse this time, with the Breach pulling spirits through against their will... But, yes. Every war, no matter how just, leads to hunger and rage... and so come the demons.
Cassandra: It is said that generals should avoid fighting in the same battlefield too many times...
Solas: The deaths, the rage - all of it weakens the Veil. But nothing is ever said of the effect war has upon the world of spirits, what we might be doing to them. Every war has unintended victims. All too many go unnoticed.

Cassandra and Varric

(After Annexing Kirkwall)

Cassandra: I assume you heard about Prince Sebastian, 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: Have you heard from any of 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! By the way I tend to refer to my "associates" as "friends." Maybe you're not familiar with the concept.
Cassandra: (Sighs.)

───────

Varric: You know Seeker, for someone with your tact and charisma you assembled a... pretty good little Inquisition. 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.

───────

Varric: It makes sense that Leliana did the recruiting when the Inquisition started. Not everyone can be intimidated into signing up after all.
Cassandra: I recruited Commander Cullen.
Varric: Lucky him.
Cassandra: He has made no complaints about my manners.
Varric: His last boss was a raving lunatic who turned into a statue. That's not a high bar.

───────

Cassandra: Varric I'm sorry. About earlier. With the table.
Varric: Beg your pardon? I didn't catch that Seeker.
Cassandra: I am sorry.
Varric: Oh! I'll mark this on my calendar—Cassandra had a feeling!
Cassandra: Perhaps not that sorry.

───────

Cassandra: Varric, does Hawke ever autograph books?
Varric: Why? Doesn't your copy of the "Tale of the Champion" have a big hole in it?
Cassandra: Yes... but it could also have Hawke's signature on it.

───────

Cassandra: Hawke's taller than I imagined.
Varric: ...cough. That's the first thing you said to him/her isn't it?
Cassandra: Not the first thing.
Varric: Tell you what Seeker. Next time you make me tell a story at knife-point I'll make the hero sound taller.

───────

(After Guilty Pleasures)

Varric: Seriously? Swords and Shields? How did you find that serial? Scrape it off the bottom of a barrel in Dust town?
Cassandra: It was research! I thought I might learn more about the Champion.
Varric: I did write a book about the Champion. You might remember it. Had your knife stuck through it last I saw.
Cassandra: I already read that one. Twice.

───────

Varric: I can't believe you picked the absolute worst of my books to read. Why not Hard in Hightown?
Cassandra: I have enough mysteries and investigations of my own.
Varric: What? You don't want to solve more in your spare time?
Cassandra: Then you killed my favorite character in Chapter 3, so I threw the book across the room.
Varric: Ah, a critic. Say no more.

───────

Cassandra: Varric, how could you let the Knight-Captain be framed for murder?
Varric: Well I did spent three entire chapters setting it up.
Cassandra: But she didn't deserve it! You'd already put her through more than enough!
Varric: Look seeker, if you love a character, you give them pain, ruin their lives, make them suffer. Maybe even throw in a heroic death!
Cassandra: That makes no sense!
Varric: But you care enough to argue. If she has a nice afternoon and took a nap you'd stop reading.

───────

Cassandra: What made you write about Hawke? All your other books are complete fiction.
Varric: Someone had to set the record straight about the Champion.
Cassandra: Yet your book is still full of lies.
Varric: Ah but true ones! That's important!

───────

Cassandra: Why is the second "Hard in Hightown" so completely different from the first?
Varric: (sigh) Because I didn't write it. Shit, did you pay actual coin for that book? One of these days, I'm gonna find the duster who wrote that garbage and introduce him to my editor.
Cassandra: By "editor", do you mean your crossbow?
Varric: No my actual editor! Best in the business. She runs half the Coterie in Kirkwall, stickler for grammar. She once killed a man over a semicolon. I'd never print anything without her.

───────

Cole: She has to reach the other side of the hill.
Cassandra: Who does?
Cole: The Knight-Captain. But she's injured.
Varric: (sigh) Good job, Kid.
Cassandra: Is she alright? Is that how the book ends?
Varric: Not anymore.
Cassandra: Cole, what happens to her?
Cole: ...I don't know. The hill went away.

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(If templars were recruited in Therinfal Redoubt)

Varric: I thought you'd have some, um.., "stronger feelings" about Templars joining the Inquisition, Seeker. Feelings that involve stabbing.
Cassandra: (sigh) Not all my feelings involve stabbing.
Varric: Oh... so you reserve those for me, then! Don't I feel special.

───────

(If Hawke survived Here Lies the Abyss)

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 once this is all over.

(If Hawke romanced Anders)

Cassandra: What about Anders? Will he...
Varric: If he's still out there, and Justice hasn't driven him nuts, Hawke won't be able to keep him away.

(If Hawke romanced Fenris)

Cassandra: What about Fenris? Will he...
Varric: Oh he'll go. Once he gets my letter and after he's finished brooding.

(If Hawke romanced Isabela)

Cassandra: What about Isabela? Will she...
Varric: Join her/him? Once she gets my letter she'll go whether Hawke likes it or not.

(If Carver survived)

Cassandra: And Hawke's brother. He's still alive, isn't he?

(If Carver is a Grey Warden)

Varric: Aveline took him off somewhere when the Calling started going nuts, but he'll tag along—he always does.

(If Carver is a templar)

Varric: Still alive, still a templar. He'll go as soon as he hears. Can't let Hawke have all the glory.

(If Bethany survived)

Cassandra: And Hawke's sister. She's still alive, isn't she?

(If Bethany is a Grey Warden)

Varric: Aveline took her off somewhere when the Calling started going nuts, but she'll try to keep Hawke out of trouble. Better be.

(If Bethany is a circle mage)

Varric: 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. Besides, if I went to the Anderfels, how could I annoy you?
Cassandra: You would find a way.

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(If Hawke died at Here Lies the Abyss)

Cassandra: About Hawke...
Varric: Don't, Seeker. Just... don't.
Cassandra: But what about Fenris. Does he...
Varric: He knows. I sent a letter. Leave it be...

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(After Morrigan joins the Inquisition)

Varric: You may recall, Seeker, that a friend of mine had one of those Eluvians. It didn't end well. Are you really going to allow one in Skyhold?
Cassandra: You speak as though I could forbid it. I did not know your friend or see her Eluvian. If you have an issue speak with Lady Morrigan.
Varric: Um... No. I'll pass.

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Cassandra: Varric, you are aware that I'm a candidate for the Sunburst Throne?
Varric: So I heard.
Cassandra: Not a single snide remark?
Varric: What?
Cassandra: I don't look forward to your needling. But its absence is telling.
Varric: The thought of you as Divine is scary. I'm hoping if I ignore it, it'll go away.

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(After the quest Well Shit)

Cassandra: Am I to understand your Bianca is married?
Varric: Oh have we reached the state where we gossip about each other's love lives? Did you hear that boss? Don't worry, I'll tell you whatever she says.
Cassandra: Forget I mentioned anything. It was a simple question, Varric.
Varric: There was nothing simple about it.

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Varric: You brought up Bianca, Seeker. Does that mean I could ask about your "conquests"?
Cassandra: I would rather you didn't.
Varric: No tantalizing secrets to divulge?
Cassandra: None.

(If the Inquisitor is in a relationship with Cassandra)

Varric: So no one within say, a, five foot radius has caught your eye?
Inquisitor: Really? No one at all?
Cassandra: This... is not a discussion I want to have here.
Varric: (laughs) Are you blushing, Seeker? Maker the world is really coming to an end.

Or

Inquisitor: Perhaps Cassandra and her... "conquest" would rather not discuss this in public.
Varric: Spoilsport.

Or

Varric: Nothing? You do know he's standing right there...
Cassandra: I have no "conquests".
Varric: How about dalliances? Liaisons? Illicit affairs?
Cassandra: No.
Sera: Enough poking, Varric.
Varric: Is it Buttercup? Is it?

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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 are right. I pried first, and fair is fair. Years ago, I knew a young mage named Regalyan. He was dashing, unlike any men I met. He died at the Conclave.
Varric: ...oh.
Cassandra: What we had was fleeting. And years had passed. Still, it saddens me to think he's gone.
Varric: I'm sorry.

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Varric: 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.
Varric: (Chuckles.) I'll keep that in mind.

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Cassandra: I still don't understand how drakes take that hand.
Varric: ...hmm. Maybe we should start you on Shepherd's Six.
Cassandra: Isn't that a children's game?
Varric: Yeah.

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Varric: So as a Seeker, you're the highest ranked person in the Inquisition. But you're not in charge.
Cassandra: Leliana's rank equals my own insofar as our rank means anything outside the Chantry.
Varric: But you want to get shit done, right?
Cassandra: I declared the Inquisition but I don't know that I'm best suited to command it. Perhaps you're interested in the position since you seem so interested?
Varric: Oh no you don't. Leave me out of that mess.

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Cassandra: There's almost no mention of your part in the Tale of the Champion, Varric.
Varric: Hm.., I don't want to bore people.
Cassandra: You don't want to incriminate yourself, you mean.
Varric: Oh... same thing really.

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Cassandra: I'm watching you, Varric. Just so you know.
Varric: Well, that makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. What'd I do now?
Cassandra: Nothing. Yet. Just keep it that way.
Varric: Varric Tethras, Paragon of Good Behavior, at your service, Seeker.

───────

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.)

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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 mentioned 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: I spy...
Cassandra: No.
Varric: But...
Cassandra: No.
Varric: (grunts) Well you should be good at finding things. Of course, you ...couldn't find Hawke.

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Varric: Did you really think the Conclave had a chance of making peace, Seeker?
Cassandra: You do not?
Varric: What was the Divine's plan? Bring everyone together and hope really hard that they would all get along?
Cassandra: Most Holy did not confide her plan to me. Perhaps she thought they were tired of death and conflict.
Varric: Oh when is that ever been true? For Templars or mages.
Cassandra: I will not mock a dead woman, Varric. She did what she could, and that is more than most.

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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.

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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.

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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.
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Varric: You never did tell me why you dragged me to Haven, Seeker.
Varric: I mean, what could I have told the Divine that you couldn't say yourself?
Cassandra: I thought she needed to see the 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.

───────

Varric I spy with my little eye...
Cassandra: No.
Varric: Oh, come now, Seeker. I'm just trying to be friendly.
Cassandra: Try to be quiet, instead.
Varric When you you brought me along to talk? Perish the thought.

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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.
Dorian: I am! Please feel free to write a book about me.
Varric: And call it what? "The Wayward Magister?"
Dorian: I'm not a magister! Oh forget it, you'll just get it wrong.

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(If mages were recruited in Redcliffe)

Varric: You know, Seeker, I thought you'd take charge back in Redcliffe. Maybe grab Fiona and rough her up.
Cassandra: I do not "rough people up."
Varric: Sorry, my mistake. You'd have your men do it for you.
Cassandra: You will never let that go, will you?
Varric: Probably not.

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(upon seeing the dragon and giant on the Storm Coast)
Varric:: Seeker, you're the dragon expert. What do we do now?
Cassandra: Don't get killed. By either of them.

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(upon walking by the Waking Sea at the Storm Coast)
Varric:: The Waking Sea. Somewhere across all that water is Kirkwall.
Cassandra: It was a long journey to Haven.
Varric:: Considering the company, I'm surprised it didn't feel longer.

Cassandra and Vivienne

Vivienne: I'm curious, Cassandra. Why were you not at the Conclave?
Cassandra: Leliana and I were delayed returning from Kirkwall.
Varric (if present): Delayed interrogating a certain dwarf, specifically.
Vivienne: A rather fortunate delay, it turns out.
Cassandra: I'm not so certain. If we had only...
Vivienne: You must not blame yourself, dear. You have done all you could and more.
Cassandra: Thank you. But I suspect I will be telling myself that for years to come.

───────

Cassandra: You are not from Orlais originally, Vivienne?
Vivienne: Neither are you, clearly.
Cassandra: I ask because of your accent. I would have thought, once you joined the court...
Vivienne: That which makes you different can be a burden or a source of strength, my dear. Which is up to you.
Cassandra: I wish someone had told me that when I was younger.

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Cassandra: I assume your parents were Rivaini, Vivienne?
Vivienne: They were merchants, originally from Dairsmuid... or so I'm told.
Cassandra: You don't remember?
Vivienne: I was taken to the Ostwick Circle when I was very young. So far as I'm concerned, my life began there.

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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: My dear Cassandra, whatever persuaded you to bring Varric to the Conclave?
Cassandra: I wanted him to testify about the events of Kirkwall to the Divine.
Vivienne: He wrote all of that down, did he not? He didn't need to come in person.
Cassandra: The Divine... also wanted him to autograph her copy of "Hard in Hightown."
Varric: What? You never told me that!
Cassandra: It was a minor consideration. You should feel flattered.
Varric: That our former Divine kidnapped and brutalized her favorite authors? Oh, yes. (laughs) Thrilled!

───────

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: So you are seventy-eighth in line to the Nevarran throne, Cassandra? That is rather far off. Even so, many enjoy the idle life afforded by the most distant of titles. You could have been provided with every luxury. If you'd remained in that life.
Cassandra: I am ill-suited to finery, Vivienne. Besides, I can accomplish more as I am now.
Vivienne: You pursued duty and responsibility, a path that took you next to the Sunburst Throne. Well played.
Cassandra: I try to do the Maker's work. Where I stand while doing so is unimportant.
Vivienne: You must admit it does help.

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Cassandra: You've adjusted to the Inquisition quickly, Vivienne. We must lack many of the luxuries to which you are accustomed.
Vivienne: One does not survive the Orlesian court without learning to adapt, my dear.
Cassandra: Skyhold is hardly the Orlesian court.
Vivienne: You needn't tell me that. We all have our little sacrifices.

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Vivienne: You know, Cassandra, you really ought to have armor with gilding. Or dragon scales. Preferably both.
Cassandra: Would that not be impractical?
Vivienne: It would be dramatic, my dear. Half the value of armor is intimidation.
Cassandra: I prefer the half that keeps blades out of my innards, personally.

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Vivienne: Cassandra, you do know they still tell tales of the dragon attack at Val Royeaux?
Cassandra: I'm aware. I'm also aware they grow larger with each retelling.
Vivienne: Many yet live who saw it with their own eyes.
Cassandra: From what I've heard from so-called "witnesses," I have to wonder.
Vivienne: You are too modest, dear. You could have parlayed that victory into more than a position at the Divine's right hand.
Cassandra: If I was someone else, perhaps. I simply did what I needed to do.

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(After Promise of Destruction)

Vivienne: I do hope you intend to rebuild your Seekers, Cassandra.

If Cassandra was convinced to rebuild the Seekers:

Cassandra: Rebuilding is not enough. I would see the Seekers forged into something greater than what they were.

If Cassandra was convinced to disband the Seekers:

Cassandra: I fear the Seeker's time has passed, if there was ever worth saving, it is gone now.
Vivienne: With the templars all but lost as well?
Vivienne: The threat posed by dangerous magic still exists, my dear. Someone will have to deal with it.
Cassandra: Then let it be someone worthy.

If the Seekers are to be rebuilt and the mages were recruited:

Vivienne: I'm pleased to hear it, my dear. With the Templars all but lost, we need someone to deal with dangerous magic.

If the Seekers are to be rebuilt and the Templars were recruited:

Vivienne: I'm pleased to hear it, my dear. The Templars must deal with dangerous magic eventually - and they'll need your help.

If the Inquisition sided with the templars and the Seekers are disbanded:

Vivienne: (Sigh). At least the Inquisition has the sense to ally with the templars. When this is all over there will be someone capable with dealing with magical threats.

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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 manipulating and bullying people supposed to be enjoyable?
Vivienne: I assure you, there are few pleasures comparable to restoring order with one's own hands.

───────

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.

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(After Wicked Eyes and Wicked Hearts)

Cassandra: I've thought about what you've said before, Vivienne.
Vivienne: About my suggestion that you play the Game?
Cassandra: The ball at Halamshiral reminded me how much I hate all of it. Me? In a dress? It's ludicruous!

(Then either)

Inquisitor: Don't sell yourself short, Cassandra.
Cassandra: Oh not you too.
Vivienne: I suggest a vibrant red, darling. Not too deep in the neckline, mind you.
Cassandra: (Disgusted snort.)

(or)

Inquisitor: I'd like to see that - at least once.
Cassandra: Oh not you too.
Vivienne: I suggest a vibrant red, darling. Not too deep in the neckline, mind you.
Cassandra: (Disgusted snort.)

(or, if Cassandra is romanced)

Inquisitor: I'd like to see that - at least once.
Cassandra: Of course *you* would say that.
Vivienne: He's a man, darling. All men appreciate a touch of skilled artifice.
Cassandra: They can keep their appreciation. I like my armor.

(or)

Inquisitor: You don't need to prove anything, Cassandra.
Cassandra: Exactly. I do not trust any event where hitting someone isn't an option.
Vivienne: You're not a battering ram, darling.
Cassandra: I am when it suits me. Nobody expects a battering ram to wear a dress.
Vivienne: It's disappointing. But perhaps some battles should be left to those more suited.
Cassandra: My thoughts exactly.

───────

(After Wicked Eyes and Wicked Hearts)

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 have two fine candidates. Wouldn't you agree?
Cassandra: The decision rests 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.

───────

(After Wicked Eyes and Wicked Hearts)

Vivienne: You made quite the impression at the Winter Palace.
Cassandra: When I punched the wall, perhaps.
Vivienne: Not the most distinguished impression, certainly, but given your discomfort, I expected worse.
Cassandra: I did not realize it took so little to exceed your expectations.
Vivienne: Come, my dear, there's no need to be touchy. You'll do far better next time.

───────

Vivienne: I've heard your uncle is a Mortalitasi, Cassandra.
Cassandra: You've heard correctly. Necromancy is not uncommon in Nevarra.
Vivienne: You must understand, the rumours in the south surrounding Mortalitasi...
Cassandra: I have always found the practice morbid, but the stories one hears outside Nevarra...
Cassandra: Such fascinations reveal far more about the teller than the truth.

───────

Vivienne: You must see the value in restoring the circles, Cassandra.
Cassandra: Provided they fulfill their purpose. Too many have suffered since the mage rebellion began, but we cannot ignore the abuses that prompted it. Without change, we risk repeating the events at Kirkwall.
Vivienne: Or recreating its opposite. An overly lenient circle is a comparable threat. Kirkwall is lamentable, but it was the blithe misuse of power, not restrictions, that led to the first Blight.

───────

(After Bring Me the Heart of Snow White)

Cassandra: Vivienne, about you and Duke Bastien...
Vivienne: There's no need to tiptoe, darling.
Cassandra: You were together for a long time?
Vivienne: We were, yes--and I will cherish the years we had.
Cassandra: Are you--?
Vivienne: More questions! My, aren't we curious today? Seeking guidance in the matters of the heart?
Cassandra: I only wished to express my sympathy, Vivienne.
Vivienne: It will be fine, dear.

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.

Jaws of Hakkon DLC

Location comments

(Frostback Basin - Nigel's Point) This must be the place Kenric's assistant was trying to reach.
(Frostback Basin - Razikale's Reach) The Imperium reached even here.

@@ Line 42: / Line 42: @@
 ** '''Inquisitor:''' You're joking.
 ** '''Cassandra:''' I am not. What was its name again? Schmeples? Schmuples? It is right on the tip of my tongue.
+* ''(If you kill the nugs)''
+** '''Cassandra:''' Was that really necessary?
 * ''(Crestwood)'' I understand the lake has been a source of local myths for centuries.
 * ''(Crestwood)'' I thought order was restored to Ferelden. To see such chaos, even here.