[She hasn't listened. She'd looked for words to try to use against him, and he feels frustration at himself for trying yet again and seeing it fail yet again. In losing the Circles, the Templars have lost their comforts and their power. Very few will ever see beyond that.

There's an edge of anger in his words now.]

You are no part of us.

[Spared her? What should the Templars be spared?]

I act for choice when we had none. Should some wish to return to being constantly watched because the Chantry has driven into them a fear of themselves, they should be free to. Even now they could ask for it.

The rest of us should not be dragged down with them, dragged to where we are, at best, forgotten to die in dungeons like the very one in White Spire. And at worst, made Tranquil for daring to believe we have the right to say no to sex.

You want to be a part of us, Templar? I've plenty of Resolutionists who would be glad to spend a week roleplaying Templar to your mage, to show you exactly what their days were like. We'd even give you the luxury of setting limits, something we were never given, and you'd have the extra luxury of knowing it would only last a week.

But you won't take that offer. Because you thought you were going to make it, to still hold tight the bars around the mages, to still make mages bend and bow and come at your beck and call.

Good day, Templar.

[He's done wasting his time for the day.]

Do go and enjoy convincing yourself that you've suffered enough to be one of 'us.'