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Cole: (If the Inquisitor romanced Solas, and he removed her vallaslin) Ar lasa mala revas. You are so beautiful. But then you turned away. Why?
Solas: I had no choice.
Cole: She is bare-faced, embarrassed, and she doesn't know. She thinks it's because of her.
Solas: You cannot heal this, Cole. Please, let it go.
Inquisitor: Perhaps Cole can get a better answer from you than I did.
Cole: He hurts, an old pain from before, when everything sang the same.
Cole: You're real, and it means everyone could be real. It changes everything, but it can't.
Cole: They sleep, masked in a mirror, hiding, hurting, and to wake them… (Gasps.) Where did it go?
Solas: I apologize, Cole. That is not a pain you can heal.

(If Hawke is female, and died in the Fade)
Inquisitor: She gave her life not because she'd sworn an oath, or had been marked as special, but because someone had to do it.

Hawke: What we do know, that the real Divine is dead because of the Wardens.
Alistair: Seriously? Again? I told you, it wasn't their fault! We will discuss it once we're back in Adamant.
Hawke: Assuming the Wardens and their demon army didn't destroy the Inquisition while we were gone…
Alistair: Oh, so you are only okay with terrible actions, if they are your terrible actions?