Cole/Dialogue

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

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.

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• Cole: We played by the fire so she would be warm. No, it's summer, Liddy.
• Blackwall: This thing you do? Maybe you should stop doing it.
• Cole: Got her flower but they'd taken her. Left it on her bed. Next eight on the sill.
• Cole: Tourney sands. A garden seat. Five to Chantry altars. One to a child with her hair. The sea? Too many to count.
• Cole: And thirty-six. Tossed off the battlements today.
• Blackwall: Go bother Solas.
• Cole: You have many feelings.
• Cole: I'm sorry she died.

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• Blackwall: I hear you found the templar that hurt you.
• Cole: Yes. I tried to kill him. I thought it would fix it, fix me.
• Blackwall: Did it?
• Cole: No. But I'm more real now. I'll remember.
• Blackwall: Good. Remembering is the only way you learn.
• Cole: It hurts.
• Blackwall: It does.

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• Cole: Your knife is big.
• Blackwall:[Snickers] It's a sword.
• Cole: It's bigger than mine.
• Blackwall: And now you've made it awkward.

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• Blackwall:How does a spirit become flesh, anyway?
• Cole:How does a Warden become Grey?
• Blackwall:You know, Cole, you're not so bad. But I'll never get used to the things that come out of your mouth...
• Cole: There was once a man who had bees coming out of his mouth.
• Blackwall: A perfect example.

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• Cole: Golden, graceful, glittering, but not gaudy. Voice delicate and delectable.
• Blackwall:What are you talking about, Cole?
• Cole: Sweet, soft and silky... Her dress and also under her dress. Are you going to talk to Josephine?
• Blackwall: Maker's balls! Get out of my mind, would you? You make me sound like a dirty old bastard...
• Cole:Do you want to hear what she thinks of you?
• Blackwall:No!
• Cole: You should.

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• Blackwall:What are you staring at?
• Cole:Your head. So many tangles, knots. And that's just on the inside. You need a hairbrush.

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• Blackwall:They say you're a demon.
• Cole:Yes! Or spirit. I want it to be spirit.
• Blackwall:Either way, I know you're dangerous.
• Cole:Yes. Like you!
• Blackwall:What?
• Cole:Sack on the side of the road, struggling. Boy runs from it, crying.
• Blackwall: Fine. So you're dangerous and insane.

Cole and Cassandra

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

Cole and Dorian

• 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.

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• 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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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.

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(If Inquisitor romanced Solas)

• Cole: Ar lasa mala revas. You are so beautiful. But then you turned away. Why?
• Solas: I had no choice.
• Cole: (if Inquisitor had vallaslin removed) She is bare-face, embarrassed, and she doesn't know. She thinks it's because of her.
• Solas: You cannot heal this, Cole. Please, let it go.
• Inquisitor: Perhaps Cole can get a better answer from you than I did.
• Cole: He hurts, an old pain from before, when everything sang the same.
• Cole: You're real, and it means everyone could be real. It changes everything, but it can't.
• Cole: They sleep, masked in a mirror, hiding, hurting, and to wake them... (gasps) Where did it go?
• Solas: I apologize, Cole. That is not a pain you can heal.