He's calmer about it than I'd expect anyone to be...for now, anyway. But that red lyrium will eat away at his sanity, too, sooner or later. He'll lose himself in it.

[No one corrupted keeps their mind intact, she's seen it with Red Templars and their victims. There's a sad almost-chuckle.]

If motivation is all it takes, then I'm set for life. Every time I'm out there on a mission, I see their faces and that anger at what should have been but isn't keeps me going. Out there, anyway. It's harder to hold onto that away from the action. But you're right, I can't change it. This isn't something I can blast to death. [Would that she could. Life as a mercenary was so much easier on that end.]