Cole: So many masks.
Blackwall: At the ball? It's Orlesian culture, get used to it.
Cole: Not at the ball. Here.
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Cole: "Mockingbird, mockingbird, quiet and still, what do you see from the top of that hill? Can you see up? Can you see down? "
Blackwall: Wait...
Cole: Can you see the dead things all about town?
Blackwall: How do you know that song?
Cole: It just came to me. Everyone says everyone knows it. The children knew it.
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Cole: How do you get the hair on your face?
Blackwall: Look, ask Varric. He seems to have adopted you.
Cole: He doesn't have have hair on his face. Is it a mask?
Blackwall: No it's a beard. Look, if you were any other lad your age I'd tell that one day you'll probably grow one too, except I don't know if spirits that become boys get beards.
Cole: I could try.
Blackwall: Right. You go do that then. Good luck. Have fun.
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Cole: We played by the fire so she would be warm. No, it's summer, Liddy.
Blackwall: This thing you do? Maybe you should stop doing it.
Cole: Got her flower but they'd taken her. Left it on her bed. Next eight on the sill.
Cole: Tourney sands. A garden seat. Five to Chantry altars. One to a child with her hair. The sea? Too many to count.
Cole: And thirty-six. Tossed off the battlements today.
Blackwall: Go bother Solas.
Cole: You have many feelings.
Cole: I'm sorry she died.
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Cole: Your knife is big.
Blackwall: [Snickers] It's a sword.
Cole: It's bigger than mine.
Blackwall: And now you've made it awkward.
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Blackwall: How does a spirit become flesh anyway?
Cole: I don't know. How does a Warden become Grey?
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Blackwall: You know, Cole, you're not so bad. But I'll never get used to the things that come out of your mouth.
Cole: There was once a man who had bees coming out of his mouth?
Blackwall: A perfect example.
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Blackwall: What are you staring at?
Cole: Your head. So many tangles. Knots. And that's just on the inside.
Cole: You need a hairbrush.
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Blackwall: Hey, Cole. Say something interesting.
Cole: "Something interesting"?
Blackwall: Yes, I deserved that one.
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Cole: When you charge at them, you make them hit you.
Blackwall: Ideally. That's why my armor's heavier than yours.
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Cole: Golden, graceful, glittering but not gaudy. Voice delicate and delectable.
Blackwall: What are you talking about, Cole?
Cole: Sweet, soft, silky. Her dress, and also under her dress. Are you going to talk to Josephine?
Blackwall: Maker's balls, get out of my mind, would you? You make me sound like a dirty, old bastard!
Cole: Do you want to hear what she thinks of you?
Blackwall: No.
Cole: You should.
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Blackwall: They say you're a demon.
Cole: Yes. Or spirit. I want it to be spirit.
Blackwall: Either way, I know you're dangerous.
Cole: Yes. Like you.
Blackwall: What?
Cole: A sack on the side of the road, struggling. The boy runs from it, crying.
Blackwall: Fine, so you're dangerous and insane.
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[If not romance Blackwall.]
Cole: You would stop it if you could. That is enough. But don't do it again.
Blackwall: Why are you here? Do you even understand what's happening in the world?
Cole: I heal the helpless, give hope where there is hurt.
Blackwall: But you've killed before.
Cole: Yes. Before I knew what I was.
Blackwall: Why should we believe you can help now?
Cole: It hurts too much, I can't be me, have to be someone who never killed.
Cole: Help enough and I'm different, I'm not me. Believe it to become it.
Blackwall: Maker's balls!
Cole: We can change, if we want it enough.
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Blackwall: Tell me, Cole, how do you make them forget you?
Cole: I'm not really real. They already want to forget me.
Cole: I find the part that doesn't fit and set it free. Their mind makes a shape that makes sense without me.
Blackwall: That's not right.