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| - (After Here Lies the Abyss)
* Cassandra: If the Archdemon survived a fall into the Abyssal Rift, I wonder if it can be slain.
* Dorian: Proof it isn't an Archdemon at all, I'd say.
* Cassandra: What do you mean?
* Dorian: If Grey Wardens are good for anything, it's killing an Archdemon. This one rose again.
* Dorian: I'd say Corypheus created it. A tribute to his Old Gods, or an emulation of them.
* Cassandra: Meaning what? It cannot be slain unless he is?
* Cassandra: We've seen that Corypheus is immortal. Does that mean they both are?
* Dorian: That, or we need a much deeper chasm. ───────
* Dorian: My family once took me to Nevarra, Cassandra.
* Cassandra: You undoubtedly saw more of it than I ever did.
* Dorian: I was young, and all I wante
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| - (After Here Lies the Abyss)
* Cassandra: If the Archdemon survived a fall into the Abyssal Rift, I wonder if it can be slain.
* Dorian: Proof it isn't an Archdemon at all, I'd say.
* Cassandra: What do you mean?
* Dorian: If Grey Wardens are good for anything, it's killing an Archdemon. This one rose again.
* Dorian: I'd say Corypheus created it. A tribute to his Old Gods, or an emulation of them.
* Cassandra: Meaning what? It cannot be slain unless he is?
* Cassandra: We've seen that Corypheus is immortal. Does that mean they both are?
* Dorian: That, or we need a much deeper chasm. ───────
* Dorian: My family once took me to Nevarra, Cassandra.
* Cassandra: You undoubtedly saw more of it than I ever did.
* Dorian: I was young, and all I wanted to do was visit a necropolis. I was desperate.
* Cassandra: They're dark. And full of undead. And the smell of stale incense still makes me want to vomit.
* Dorian: Ah. There goes that childhood fantasy. ───────
* Dorian: So tell me this: are Nevarran cities of the dead actually filled with undead?
* Cassandra: Of course. The Mortalitasi lure spirits to possess every corpse buried there.
* Dorian: And then what? Let them... wander around willy-nilly?
* Cassandra: Only in the abandoned areas. The rest are sealed up in their tombs, I suppose.
* Dorian: Forever? I almost feel bad for them.
* Cassandra: After a time, the moaning grates on the nerves. Trust me. ───────
* Dorian: A little bird tells me you might be up for the Sunburst throne Cassandra.
* Cassandra: I suppose you prefer to see a man in the position.
* Dorian: You certainly would be a first step towards that.
* Cassandra: That would be less amusing should it actually come to pass.
* Dorian: You'd be mad to consider it. Can you imagine the target it would place on you?
* Cassandra: I don't want to think about that right now. ───────
* Dorian: Do you think they'll actually make you Divine?
* Cassandra: It seems anything is possible these days.
* Dorian: It's so odd. Like waiting for the Chantry fairy to appear."Congratulations! You're the ruler!"
* Cassandra: We do not engage in pitch battle for the position as you do in Tevinter.
* Dorian: The successor must prove he could slaughter his enemies, he doesn't actually do it. We're not savages.
* Cassandra: Indeed. The slaughter occurs after he becomes Divine.
* Dorian: (Chuckles) That's considered housekeeping. ───────
* Cassandra: Why are you looking at me like that Dorian?
* Dorian: I'm imagining what you would look like... in a dress.
* Cassandra: (Disgusted noise) Keep wondering. If my uncle couldn't put me in one, neither shall you. ───────
* Dorian: How do you want to be remembered, Cassandra? Valiant yet sexy rebel against the status quo?
* Cassandra: I don't have any control over how I'll be remembered.
* Dorian: Sword raised high, blue scarf dramatically fluttering in the wind, sun rising behind you?
* Cassandra: Blue scarf? Why would I be wearing such a thing?
* Dorian: It's a painting, of course. Work with me. It'll be fantastic. ───────
* Dorian: If you were still a Seeker, would you drag me to one of your Circles?
* Cassandra: I'm not still a Seeker.
* Dorian: But you'd do it even though I'm incredibly charming?
* Cassandra: Yes. I would absolutely drag you there. Without question. ───────
* Cassandra: We hear odd stories of Templars in the Imperium, Dorian.
* Dorian: All true.
* Cassandra: I haven't even told you what I've heard.
* Dorian: Doesn't matter. All true. Particularly the part with the grapes and feathers.
* Cassandra: Oh. I was leading towards that one actually. ───────
* Dorian: Tell me, Cassandra: did your family throw suitors at you?
* Cassandra: My uncle did, waves of them – until I broke one's arm. Then there were fewer.
* Dorian: I must admit I never tried that.
* Cassandra: It was an accident. Well... mostly an accident.
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