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[magebane]

The Circles fall. The mages run free. Tantervale- no, all of Thedas, plunged into civil war.

Good.

Maybe now the Divine will see what I've been saying for years. The Circles were never anything but a poultice for a gangrenous wound. You can stem the infection for so long, but sooner or later, the limb must come off.

My hands are already soaked in blood, boy. I see no reason not to dirty them further.

Don't get in my way.

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[mesmeric]

How contemptuous- though I suppose would expect nothing less from the likes of you.

[magebane]

The false servants of the so-called Maker deserve nothing less. The mages, though... you deserve a better end than what they would offer.

[mesmeric]

Oh? And what end do I deserve, Knight-Commander?

[magebane]

A true one. Not the shambling half-life of slavery the Chantry would impose.

A death.

[mesmeric]

And of course you would only want what's best for mages.

[magebane]

Of course. [He stares at her with cold indifference, as if daring her to disagree.]

[mesmeric]

[ She bristles under his gaze, meeting his with an intense stare of her own. While she doesn't defy him openly, her eyes say what she does not. ]

Freedom is a far preferable end.

[magebane]

[He snorts.] "Freedom". How people love to toss that word around. Freedom from what? We templars? The Chantry? All those who hate and despise magic? The demons of the Fade, plaguing every nightmare?

[His gaze is no longer on her, but through her; and now it's as though Godwyn is speaking to someone else entirely- or possibly himself.] None of us are free. Only the dead.

[mesmeric]

[ She scowls, looking away when his gaze turns distant. ]

I wouldn't expect a templar to understand.

[magebane]

I'm the only one who does. [he murmurs the words, and then his gaze sharpens again.]

Go. I won't take your life- the boy [he scowls] won't allow it. Run as far and fast as you wish, but know that when your dreams of freedom turn to ash and you've nowhere left to go... I will be there, and I will show you what true freedom really is.

[mesmeric]

[ She laughs, cold and brief, standing her ground. ]

You don't have any idea what we endure by your hand, locked away in towers and treated like children, threatened with tranquility and annulment.

[magebane]

[They always want to do it the hard way. But why wouldn't they? he reminds himself. It would be the odd man indeed, to accept his murder without a fight. For that is how they see it, careless murder, not the mercy Godwyn knows it to be.]

Threats don't interest me. I do not make threats.

The Circle is a sham, you'll have no argument from me there. The commons think if they simply shuttle the problem off to the towers, it'll disappear...

...but you and I both know that's not the case, now is it?

[mesmeric]

Of that much we can agree. [ Although she seems displeased at the very idea of agreeing with him. ] From that point I believe our opinions would part ways.

[magebane]

Understandably. [he pauses.]

Are you afraid? To die, I mean.

[mesmeric]

[ She takes her time in answering. ]

Less than the average person, perhaps, but I'm in no hurry to meet my end.

[magebane]

And have you faith in the Maker? Do you believe that when that end comes, you will sit at His side?

[mesmeric]

... I am a child of the Maker, it is from Him my magic flows.

[magebane]

Why!?