[ If he wanted to argue more that was perfectly executed, practically knocking Nell back as she rolls her entire head, eyes alone not being nearly enough. ]

Maker, save me from your self-loathing Loyalist bullshit. "Secured in Val Royeaux." I hardly know where to begin with that notion. Your balls really are in that vault and someone misled you about what the Hands of the Divine are for! [ Harder, not joking at all: ] There is no point in helping to save the world if they're just going to deny us a place in it again.