( it's still instinct to resist that — but what's the point? it's true. it's been true. )

She and my uncle, they left Kirkwall. They have a cottage somewhere they don't see many people, they don't bother anyone.

( and a declining templar can be cared for by her mage healer lover in as close to peace as anyone's getting in thedas these days. )

She was the commander here, before Flint. My uncle was a researcher. From the White Spire.