After awhile it was no longer the room. It'd be the rooftops of Antiva- the Deep Roads under Ferelden, Skyhold. Different faces, different choices. Alistair, Rinna, Taleslin, Leliana- Morrigan and her child, Beleth, you- they let my mind choose the target. [ His laugh is low, crackling and bitter. ] At least they did not know who I put as the victim.

And then the rescues. I on the hook and those come for me- and it would be fine for a time. I would be healed, all would be well and again. The dagger, the venom, a pond, a cliff- a choice. They were in the middle of yet one more when Alistair took me off the hook.