No. You just want them to fight your blighted war. [Disgusted, Varric stood up, facing away from the blond. The only thing that kept his grip from tightening any further against the book was the idea of wrinkling the pages. His work didn't deserve that.]

It doesn't stop with your death. Kirkwall falls, and with it go the rest of the Circles. Innocent mages die because Templars can't tell the difference between Apostate and bystander.

It doesn't take long for someone to sow the chaos. Hundreds more people die in the result. [Varric looked back, expression torn between hurt and anger.]

Hawke is one of them.

[Varric opened up the notebook, landing on the page that the new pencil had been tucked into. He grabbed it and held it back out to Anders.]

[Shame washed over the dwarf. He had trusted Anders, believed wholeheartedly that this younger man, the one that could laugh about Sebastian and other such jokes, might have had it in him to change his path.]

[But he'd been wrong.]

Two of my friends died for you. Kirkwall bled because of you. And you'd still do it all again. [Varric dropped the pencil at Anders feet.] Keep the damn thing. I don't need it.