[Varric reached out. He knew was too late to wipe the tear away, but her hand was a good consolation prize. He squeezed it tight, lowering it to the space between them as he did. Never once did his eyes leave her, and never once did he look as if condemned her.]

You didn't know. You were trying to do the right thing.

[When the Chantry exploded, at least he knew his friends weren't among the faithful. They were all at his side, watching the ash and rubble rain down upon the city they'd protected for seven years.]

They're supposed to be the fastest, strongest and smartest soldiers out there, right? I'm sure they got out. They don't sound like the types to just curl up and die.