That's because you were trained to be wary of us. Mages aren't supposed to be friends with Templars. We're your charges, effectively your prisoners. You understand that, don't you? That's what the Chantry wants us to believe.

[ So the ten years might have made her bitter. Warden or not, it isn't as if she's been able to go into any chapels or to pray, or even to exercise her rights in public. Every town has a few Templars; every Chantry has a few as well. How could she get close without them knowing, without exposing everything? One question would undoubtedly lead to another, and another, and everything would have fallen through.

But she's also had the time to learn from people like Velanna, people like Anders, those who could show her how the Chantry has become so corrupt over the years. There will always be good people in it - Leliana, Cassandra, Divine Justinia - but it is no longer a place of sanctuary. He has been leashed too long to their doctrine and dogma. ]

If you were afraid, you didn't show it too much. You were always kind to me. I appreciated it and always wanted to thank you. But when I saw you again-- I couldn't.

[ Not when he was hurting so much. She lifts her gaze to look at him. ]

You really wondered what I would have thought of you, even ten years later?