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.
She was your Wynne, not mine. Do not speak as if I were ever close to her. Preaching about her Circle and thinking she knew what was best for us. Did she know with you, all the times she tried to play mother to any of us. Old women are accustomed to power and to playing games to get their own way, on that subject I am an expert.
[There are those who would hold more over his head; a war that has painted an even larger target on the back of many mages, that might go either way and all eyes on the Inqusition already. A war that lead to the Conclave. The Conclave that fed more blood to Haven though this time within the temple rather than to altars.]
He is my son. Alistair and I have spoken on the subject and fatherhood is not the path he would have taken.
Ah, but the headaches she incurred we all enjoyed. Or rather endured. And the henpecking, and the stern glances... 'our Wynne' in much the same way one would say they share a cold. An experience shared.
[ Sentiment may have softened his view- but at the time? He had not cared quite so much. ]
No more that motherhood would have been yours had you any other opportunity available to you. Not that he was ever given much a choice in the matter. Not that he has ever been given much of a choice in any such matter- you wish me not to care for your son? Fine. I care not for your son. I shall not be troubling either of you any longer. Satisfied?
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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.
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[There are those who would hold more over his head; a war that has painted an even larger target on the back of many mages, that might go either way and all eyes on the Inqusition already. A war that lead to the Conclave. The Conclave that fed more blood to Haven though this time within the temple rather than to altars.]
He is my son. Alistair and I have spoken on the subject and fatherhood is not the path he would have taken.
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[ Sentiment may have softened his view- but at the time? He had not cared quite so much. ]
No more that motherhood would have been yours had you any other opportunity available to you. Not that he was ever given much a choice in the matter. Not that he has ever been given much of a choice in any such matter- you wish me not to care for your son? Fine. I care not for your son. I shall not be troubling either of you any longer. Satisfied?