"Now I'm ridiculous." Not the night before, not the night after Haven, not the first day in haven. Now he seems absurd, now what he sees and knows to be happening is so suddenly beyond the realm of possibility. "You don't need to do anything, Alistair, just go where they tell you, pretend to smile and nod, an sit on that hideous throne once every few days."

Judgement. As though he cared. Humans doing human things (and never before has he felt such vicious apathy until it was his job to judge them, never before has he so viscerally seen himself as an elf until all this), killing each other over petty bullshit while the world ends and pretending to wait on his word? As though they would keep to it? The whole organization is a farce.

It might as well have a clown on the throne.

An unkind thought, a cruel thought, but one that is unspoken. "I'm putting you in the next delegation to Denerim."

It's not a joke and not a threat.