Our very own Wynne was like him, Morrigan. A different spirit, a different fate- but an abomination none the less. Even if none of us called her such and none of us spoke of it.
[ Wynne also did not blow up chantries but that is an entirely different matter. Holding 'abomination' over Anders' head as though that is the whole of his sin- belittles the matter. ]
He is Alistair's blood. We were never friends, this is true, but I never wished you ill either. You were clever and sought ways to gain what you needed in order to survive not only a world that would kill you, but your own mother. I respected that. But he is as much Alistair's boy as he is your own and that is why I care for him. Finding your company more agreeable now is a pleasant surprise.
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[ Wynne also did not blow up chantries but that is an entirely different matter. Holding 'abomination' over Anders' head as though that is the whole of his sin- belittles the matter. ]
He is Alistair's blood. We were never friends, this is true, but I never wished you ill either. You were clever and sought ways to gain what you needed in order to survive not only a world that would kill you, but your own mother. I respected that. But he is as much Alistair's boy as he is your own and that is why I care for him. Finding your company more agreeable now is a pleasant surprise.