[Incredulity was a word that did not even begin to describe what Varric was feeling. His fingers tightened against the notebook, knuckles white against the skin of his hand. For a moment, he simply scowled down at the book in front of him, trying to process both his feelings and the words that he wanted to follow.]

[He managed neither.]

"Is that it?" [Varric's laugh was bitter.] You kill innocent people, blondie. Your "true love" [A scoff.] kills you in return.

Whatever Justice you wanted got left behind. You got so consumed by Vengeance that you let it destroy you.