Cole/Dialogue

This is a recording of all party banter and dialogue concerning Cole.

Dragon Age: Inquisition dialogues

Cole and Blackwall

• Blackwall: Hey, Cole! Say something interesting.
• Cole: Something interesting.

• Blackwall: Yes, I deserved that one.

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• Cole: So many masks.
• Blackwall: At the ball? It's Orlesian culture, get used to it.
• Cole: Not at the ball. Here.
• Cole: Mockingbird, mockingbird, quiet and still, what do you see from the top of that hill? Can you see up? Can you see down?
• Blackwall: Wait.
• Cole: Can you see the dead things all about town?
• Blackwall: How do you know that song?
• Cole: It just came to me. Everyone says everyone knows it. The children knew it.

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• Cole: How do you get the hair on your face?
• Blackwall: Look, ask Varric. He seems to have adopted you.
• Cole: He doesn't have have hair on his face. Is it a mask?
• Blackwall: No it's a beard. Look, if you were any other lad your age I'd tell that one day you'll probably grow one too, except I don't know if spirits that become boys get beards.
• Cole: I could try.
• Blackwall: Right. You go do that then. Good luck. Have fun.

Cole and Cassandra

• Cole: Do you ever take your armor off and talk to it?
• Cassandra: No.
• Cole: You should. It might say something nice.

Cole and Dorian

• Cole: You ask a lot of questions, Dorian.
• Dorian: I'm curious. I wasn't aware something like you was even possible!
• Cole: I'm curious about you, too.
• Dorian: You can ask me questions, if you like. I'm not sure why you'd want too...
• Cole: Good. Thank you.
• Dorian: I'm...going to regret this now, aren't I?

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• Dorian: Cole, the wooden duck I found on my bed... was that you?
• Cole: No. I'm not a wooden duck.
• Dorian: I mean did you put it there?
• Cole: Yes? I couldn't find one with little wheels, though. I'm sorry.

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• Dorian: Cole, you saw Corypheus when he attacked Haven. What was your... read on him?
• Cole: Fear inside. Blackness like a pool of hate. So much has changed, I need to stop it. Bend it to my will.
• Dorian: Did he walk into the Black City? Is that true?
• Cole: Betrayal, blurred at the edges, like a faded painting. Too long ago, so much confusion.
• Dorian: I'll... take that as a "maybe."
• Cole: There were people trying to kill me. That makes it harder.

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• Dorian: You're not possessing a human body, Cole? You... actually look like that?
• Cole: Yes?
• Dorian: But a spirit's true form is always monstrous, or at least unnatural.
• Cole: The world doesn't make sense to them. It's too real. That's why they look wrong.
• Dorian: And... this is how you want to look?
• Cole: I want to help. Looking doesn't matter.

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• Dorian: Can you change your form, Cole? If you wanted to look like something else?
• Cole: But I don't want to look like something else.
• Dorian: Hmm. There are magisters who'd be ecstatic if they could summon a demon who could pass for human.
• Cole: They would use it to hurt people.
• Dorian: You're right about that. They would.

Cole and Solas

• Cole: You're different, Solas. Sharper. You're in both places.
• Solas: I visit the Fade regularly. Perhaps you are sensing traces of it.
• Solas: You are a spirit who crossed the Veil and took human form.
• Cole: Spirit or demon.
• Solas: The two are not so dissimilar, Cole.
• Solas: While the world may exert a pull in one direction or another, the choice is ultimately yours.