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

Revision as of 03:23, 7 December 2014

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

Cole's Cryptic Comments

  • "They should have been born together, but instead they were bound by light."
  • "There is no other man. He becomes the other man to do the things he can't."
  • "The Left Hand remembers a knife slipped to her in the darkness, and wonders why the flower blooms."
  • "It wasn't blood in the bath. Fingers on the scalp, intimate, and then the moment is gone."
  • "A breath-caught smile from the Enchanter as the candle lights. The walls are safe; she will never be hungry again."
  • "He was the boy who was supposed to die. He named himself after the horse."
  • "She knows they're going to kill her, can only save what's important. Precious space to remember her smile."
  • "It wasn't from a flower. He rode it in the snow."
  • "Stomach full of mantras, she burns like a beacon, faith a flame to bring succor for a Seeker."
  • "Never trust half an elf."
  • "He hunts the killer, but he's the one who killed her. He can't remember."
  • "He didn't kill his father. He was his father."
  • "He teaches them to fight with a secret flaw, part of a glorious strategy."
  • "He was their enemy the whole time, but she made him forget, so he could change."
  • "He meant to watch forever. He called himself Sorrow."
  • "Ships launch on changing winds. Dizzy sometimes, like the top of the stairs, but sometimes like dancing."
  • "Voice ringing with fullness from both worlds, guiding me to the shining places. He calls himself Pride."
  • "He is quiet, behind the noise. The little bottle makes him shake, but he tests the chains."
  • "She hurts, but helping hurts more. She sees the strings that pull me, eyes like raisins in a stale cookie."
  • "He was dead the whole time. He didn't know."
  • "The Left Hand blooms on the bush, remembering the light that shone in her darkness. She knows how to sing again."
  • "Salt-spray smell of Seheron. Lost in smoke from a burning ship. Guilt at not feeling guiltier."
  • "Faith seeks a friend in Compassion, cautious, careful, too much grey but growing."

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: You would stop it if you could. That is enough. But don't do it again.

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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  • Dorian: Do you need to eat, Cole? Or sleep?
  • Cole: I thought I had to. But I don't. The Old Songs can pull me.
  • Dorian: That's something. I don't know what, but it's something.
  • Dorian: What about when you're injured? Why do you bleed? Is it because you think you have to?
  • Cole: Is that why you bleed?
  • Dorian: I-- well-- uh, yes. You have me there.
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  • Cole: You ask a lot of questions, Dorian.
  • Dorian: I'm curious about you. I had no idea something like you was 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 to, but--
  • Cole: Oh, good! Thank you!
  • Dorian: I'm...going to regret this, aren't I?
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  • Cole: Dorian, you said I could ask you questions.
  • Dorian: It's true. (Sigh) I did say that.
  • Cole: Why are you so angry at your father? He wants to help and you know he does, but--
  • Dorian: I'm not certain I can explain it to you.
  • Cole: You love him, but you're angry. They mix together, boiling in the belly until it kneads into a knot.
  • Dorian: Sometimes... sometimes love isn't enough, Cole.
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  • Cole: "Love isn't enough." Enough what? You didn't explain, Dorian.
  • Dorian: (Sigh) I was rather hoping I had.
  • Cole: His face in the stands, watching as I pass the test. So proud there's tears in his eyes. Anything to make him happy. Anything.
  • Cole: Why isn't that true anymore?
  • Dorian: Cole, this... is not the sort of discussion for walking around. Please drop it.
  • Cole: I'm hurting you, Dorian. Words winding, wanting, wounding. You said I could ask.
  • Dorian: I know I did. The things you ask are just... very personal.
  • Cole: But it hurts. I want to help, but it's all tangled with the love. I can't tug it loose without tearing it.
  • Cole: You hold him so tightly. You let it keep hurting, because you think hurting is who you are. Why would you do that?
  • Dorian: Can someone tell him to stop? Banish him back to the Fade or something!
  • Inquisitor: Cole wants to help you. Maybe you should let him.
  • Dorian: (sigh) Marvelous! Everyone's so helpful!

(or)

  • Inquisitor: You're an adult, Dorian. You want him to stop, tell him.
  • Cole: I'm sorry. I keep making it worse.
  • Dorian: No, I'm sorry. Of course you don't understand. Just... leave me with it for now.
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  • Dorian: I've been trying to imagine how to explain it to you, Cole.
  • Dorian: The thing is, sometimes the ones you love are also the ones who disappoint you the most.
  • Dorian: You think that if they love you, they should understand. They shouldn't want to hurt you.
  • Dorian: So you feel betrayed. You say things you can't ever take back.
  • Cole: Get out. You are no son of mine.
  • Dorian: Yes, like that.
  • Cole: He wishes he hadn't meant it.
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  • Dorian: Did you enjoy the Winter Palace, Cole?
  • Cole: There were so many wonderful hats!
  • Dorian: Did you try dancing? Or did you skulk around invisibly?
  • Cole: Dancing is hard. You have to listen with your feet as well as your heart.
  • Dorian: And not poke around in the heads of the other dancers.
  • Cole: There's a lot to do all at once.
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(If the Inquisitor is in a romance with Dorian)

  • Cole: You're happier now, Dorian.
  • Dorian: Is that what that light, tingly feeling is? I suppose you're right.
  • Cole: Wishing but wondering, wounded and wistful. What if he doesn't want me after?
  • Dorian: But he did.
  • Cole: Now you're smiling! It's good.
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  • Cole: Why did you leave your home, Dorian?
  • Dorian: You know why. I had to stop the Venatori.
  • Cole: It was more...it was the man with your eyes...angry, walking on cobblestones, 'I'm on my own now'
  • Dorian: Digging around in my head again, are you?
  • Cole: You said I could ask questions!
  • Dorian: (sigh) Rather like inviting someone into your house and they walk off with the silverware!
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  • Dorian: Cole, you should be careful dancing around with those daggers when I'm throwing fire.
  • Cole: It won't hurt me. It's friendly fire.
  • Dorian: That doesn't always mean what you think it means.
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  • Cole: Your clothes look like the Fade, Dorian.
  • Dorian: The stuff of dreams, an explosion of color and sensation wrapped in an enigma.
  • Cole: It's shiny.
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  • Cole: Can you feel the bits of Fade around you when you cast spells, Dorian?
  • Cole: They pull around the Veil, pulled with power, then pushed through to see this side.
  • Dorian: So when I cast a fireball, it's just the Fade saying Peek-a-boo?
  • Cole: I don't think it says that.
  • Dorian: If it says anything other than I'm going to burn your face off, I don't want to hear it.
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  • Dorian: Cole, are those real clothes, or-?
  • Cole: They're real. What else would they be?
  • Dorian: I thought maybe you'd conjured them, like your physical form.
  • Cole: Do you conjure yours? Is that why they look like that?
  • Dorian: Never mind, forget I said anything.
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  • Dorian: That little trick, Cole, when you dip into someone's mind and take a drink: do you choose what you're looking for or is it random?
  • Cole: It has to be hurt, or a way to help the hurt. That's what calls me.
  • Cole: Relenus...skin tan like fine whiskey, cheekbones shaded, lips curl when he smiles...He would have said yes.
  • Dorian: I'll thank you not to do that again, please.
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  • Cole: Dorian, am I handsome?
  • Dorian: Are you what?
  • Cole: You say you're handsome all the time. Am I? I can't tell.
  • Dorian: You're all right. Might want to rethink the hats.
  • Cole: But I like my hats.
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  • Cole: Dorian, what's a slave?
  • Dorian: Festus bei um canaverum!
  • Cole: But you said I could ask questions!
  • Dorian: That's true. Just...go ask the Inquisitor this one,.
  • Cole: Dorian, I really wish you would tell me.
  • Dorian: I drew you a diagram. Isn't that enough?
  • Cole: No.
  • Dorian: Good. Because the thought of you trying that frightens me more than a little.
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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, do you hear magic?
  • Cole: Yes. I do. Don't you?
  • Dorian: Spells sometimes makes a sound but... I don't think we hear the same thing.
  • Cole: Don't your spells whisper things to you? What is and could be, music in the mind of strange, far away places?
  • Dorian: Not lately.
  • Cole: Then we don't hear the same thing.
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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 actually 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: Any progress on protecting yourself from binding, Cole?
  • Cole: Not yet.
  • Dorian: Hop to it! You're quick with those daggers. I'd rather not have them pointed at me.

Cole and Iron Bull

  • Cole: Barman laughs. Slides the drink over. Tankard in view the whole time, no chance poison was added. Blade at his waist. Club under the bar. Moves with training, mercenary or guard. Use that if I have to.
  • Iron Bull: Yeah. I go for the shoulder, a shot he trained to take on the armor. But, since he's a barman now and not a merc, he bleeds, flinches, and I trap the arm and break his neck.
  • Cole: Why, The Iron Bull?
  • Iron Bull: I didn't do it, kid. It was just idle thought, in case it came up.
  • Cole: Do you think about how to kill everyone you meet?
  • Iron Bull: Do you not?
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  • Cole: Vasaad was angry. He went first because he wanted to fight. Taking point, then points take him, red on his neck.
  • Iron Bull: I was just thinking about-- Wait, you in my mind again, kid?
  • Cole: Even if you went in first, there would have been another fight, another time he didn't listen. It wasn't your fault.
  • Iron Bull: Yes, it was. I was in charge. Should've found a way to-- Hey, that's pretty good. We could use that!
  • Cole: You can use sadness?
  • Iron Bull: Ben-Hassrath, Kid. We can use anything.
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  • Iron Bull: So Cole, you're polite, you're good in a fight, and your heart's in the right place.
  • Cole: It is? Good.
  • Iron Bull: I've got a plan. I think this could get you sorted out, get both feet on the ground.
  • Cole: I have to lift my feet, or the rocks make noise when I walk.
  • Iron Bull: Yes.... When we get back, you're going to spend an evening with a nice lady named candy.
  • Cole: Can I lift my feet?
  • Iron Bull: She's gonna lift a lot more than that.
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  • Iron Bull: Hey, Cole. Quick! What number am I thinking of?
  • Cole: Raw and hot, trying to open it, but just darkness. How bad, how bad? No, done now, no sense worrying.
  • Cole: The man they hurt coughs, shaking, but sits up. Eyes wide. No, not a man, a woman, clothes torn.
  • Cole: "You're safe now. I'm Iron Bull. What do you want me to call you?"
  • Iron Bull: Twelve. The number I was thinking of was "twelve."
  • Iron Bull: (Grumbles) Demon interrogators. Stupid idea anyway.
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  • Cole: You got to pick your name, The Iron Bull.
  • Iron Bull: Sure did. Thanks for sticking the "the" on there, too. Most people forget.
  • Iron Bull: It kinda makes it sound like I'm not really a person. Like I'm this dangerous thing, you know?
  • Cole: You made it a joke on yourself, making a mockery, so you would never be that.
  • Iron Bull: It kills the joke if you explain it, kid.
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(If the Inquisitor sided with Iron Bull during the Demands of the Qun quest)


This section contains spoilers for:
Dragon Age: Inquisition.


  • Cole: "Tama, how will I follow the Qun?" Her hands, strong but gentle, rubs the stubs where the horns will be.
  • Cole: "You are strong, and your mind is sharp. You will solve problems others cannot." She smiles, but sadly.
  • Iron Bull: Looks like my old Tamassran was wrong. Bet she's pissed one of her kids went Tal-Vashoth.
  • Cole: Agents with hushed tones. Eyes stinging. Forms to fill out, course corrections. Reduce risk of similar losses.
  • Cole: I remember the little boy, too wise, eager to help. Words break in small, secret spaces. He got away. He got away.
  • Iron Bull: How could you know that? You've never even met her.
  • Cole: Your hurt touches hers.
  • Iron Bull: Well, that's, uh, creepy, but... Thanks.


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  • Cole: The Iron Bull, a woman in the last village wanted you to pick her up and take her clothes off.
  • Iron Bull: Most people do.
  • Cole: In her mind, you were very big.
  • Iron Bull: Well, that's flattering.
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  • Cole: When we fight, you make them not people. So their death doesn't stick to you.
  • Iron Bull: Yes. Picked that up in Seheron. Got to keep it separate. Out here, anything could be a threat. You kill for the team, no questions asked.
  • Cole: I see it: a wall of wounds. Nothing on this side has a family.
  • Iron Bull: When we're at the tavern, or back home, it goes back to normal. People get to be people again.
  • Cole: What if someone attacks you in a tavern?
  • Iron Bull: That's when shit gets messed up.
  • Cole and Sera

    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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    • Cole: I am sorry your friend died, Solas.
    • Solas: Thank you, Cole.
    • Cole: I didn't know there were spirits of wisdom.
    • Solas: There are few. Spirits form as a reflection of this world and its passions.
    • Solas: We will never lack for spirits of rage, or hunger, or desire. The world gives them plenty to mirror.
    • Solas: The gentler spirits are far more rare. We can ill afford the loss of even one spirit of wisdom, or faith...
    • Solas: Or compassion.
    • Cole: I will try not to die.
    • Solas: Do that, please.
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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.

    Cole and Varric

    • Varric: So you can make people not see you, Cole. Can you do that for other people?
    • Cole: Yes. It makes me tired, and doesn't work if they're loud. Or angry. Or bright.
    • Varric: Hm, what about things? Can you make people ignore an object?
    • Cole: Maybe. Like what?
    • Varric: Oh, I don't know. A book, or a box... or a crate... or a wagon full of crates?

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    • Cole: They were staring at me.
    • Varric: Who's "they," kid?
    • Cole: In Skyhold. The servants in the courtyard. They were looking at me and whispering.
    • Varric: It's the hat. Kind of hard to miss. Don't worry about it.
    • Cole: What's wrong with my hat?
    • Varric: That's going to take a while. I'll explain "clothes" when we get back.

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    • Cole: Should I change my hat?
    • Varric: Nah, if they're busy staring at your hat, they're ignoring all your other flaws.
    • Cole: A silk shirt with three buttons left undone.
    • Varric: Exactly! If you can't be flawless -and no one can- be flashy. Nobody will know the difference.

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    • Varric: How are you holding up, kid? You've been quiet for a while.
    • Cole: My shoelaces keep coming untied.
    • Varric: You're doing fine.
    • Cole: Can you talk to them? They won't listen to me.
    • Varric: Maybe not so fine... Don't talk to them, kid. Just tie them in knots.

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    • Cole: I like travelling with Dwarves.
    • Varric: I'm glad to hear it, kid.
    • Cole: You're quiet, but the old song still echoes inside, almost like templars.

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    • Cole: But he died at the end of the last book. If he comes back, the readers will be confused.
    • Varric: Okay, delving into my personal life is one thing, but a writer needs some privacy.

    Cole and Vivienne