Game: Dragon Age: Inquisition. Page 1

- "Love is not enough". For what is enough? You didn't explain, Dorian.
And I really hope that it's finished.
- He's in the audience, watching me pass. So proud tears in the eyes. All that he was happy, whatever. Why has it become true?
- Cole, this... is not a suitable topic for conversation. Please, don't.
- I'm hurting you, Dorian. Words twist, you know, sore. You said you can ask.
- I remember. You just asked about... very personal.
- But you're hurt. I want to help, but all mixed up with love. Cannot dissolve without breaking. You too keep it tight. Allow yourself to hurt, I think that pain is you. Why so?
- Appease someone, huh? Kick back in the Shade or anywhere?

Dorian, you said you can ask.
- Right. Said.
- Why are you angry at father? He wants to help, you know that, but...
- I don't know whether to tell you.
- You love him, but angry. And mixes, lives in the stomach and konchaetsja into a ball.
- Sometimes... sometimes love is not enough, Cole.

Dorian, you feel a drop Shadow around when you read the spell? They accumulate beyond the Veil, shrink force, and then break on the Sunny side.
- So, when I throw a bunch of fire, it's just the Shadow says "ku-ku"?
- No, she's not talking.
If she ever said something other than "burn to ashes, damn it," I don't want to listen.

- You started to smile a lot, Dorian.
- I always smile. People like that, and no wonder. I have perfect teeth.
- You are always dreamily looking into the distance?
Depends on how soon dinner.

- What are you looking at me like that, Dorian?
- Trying to imagine you in a dress.
- Try-try. If uncle hasn't failed me in his rites, then you certainly do not Shine.

- You have a skirt picked out, boys, chromatic.
- It's not a skirt.
- If the screw not in this skirt, I then do not complain.

- In ancient Tevinter this place was called Wine Hadaly. Means "vellus hair from the ass."
Really? Who is it so called?
- Some fan to contemplate behinds. You know these masters.
- "Annoying sand in his pants" would be more accurate.
- Oh, ancient, ancient. Not guessed.
- It is not translated.
Well, it is, of course, true... but look around. It just may not mean.

- You were worried about me.
- I was worried about you, demon. You become skilled in the killings. If you can't get rid of, would prefer you to kill enemies.
- No. You've been through. The part of you that remembers that I am me. You drown her out. You think caring is a weakness. Don't worry. I won't tell anyone.

The wind always somewhere flies. What he does when he arrives?
- Perhaps, wearing a hat and talking without end.

There aren't that many such delights as the revival of the fine by their hands.

Few of the mages want the presence of Templars in Circles.
- Talk to the first enchanter of Ferelden. You will be surprised. When your tower flooded possessed, suddenly it turns out that there are very few Templars.

- What makes you distinctive, can be not only a burden but also a trump card, my flower. It depends on you.
- I said this in my youth.

- I'm curious, Dorian: have you ever met a Black Priest?
- Saw him once at the ball, but unable to communicate. He had to leave early because of the murder.
- Tried to kill him?
- It? What do you think you are, he killed the Magister. Just didn't want to wait until the dance is over.

- What an unforgettable adventure: a journey through the vast, sandy ocean.
- Yeah, the desert is not the case, does the manicure with the hat. It's a shame, I guess.
Hmm... what was that you said an hour ago? What about the fact that you'd rather die than spend another day in this place?
- Okay. We both hate this. This will bind us forever.