[Anders' expression grows tired, despite how this work wasn't particularly taxing.]
Have you seen the people with sunburst brands on their foreheads? The ones who walk as if they're asleep, speak as if they're in a daze, and are used for mundane tasks around the place?
[He shakes his head.]
They were mages, once. Now, they are not. They have nothing left of who they were, either. No personality, no joy, nothing except simple existence as they wait for the next order. They are the Tranquil, and Templars can do that to any mage. Some believe that they should do it to all of us.
[The blisters are finally gone, and Anders' hands stop glowing. He reaches over to brush some of the dead skin away so he can confirm with his eyes what his ability is telling him.]
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Have you seen the people with sunburst brands on their foreheads? The ones who walk as if they're asleep, speak as if they're in a daze, and are used for mundane tasks around the place?
[He shakes his head.]
They were mages, once. Now, they are not. They have nothing left of who they were, either. No personality, no joy, nothing except simple existence as they wait for the next order. They are the Tranquil, and Templars can do that to any mage. Some believe that they should do it to all of us.
[The blisters are finally gone, and Anders' hands stop glowing. He reaches over to brush some of the dead skin away so he can confirm with his eyes what his ability is telling him.]
It's far worse than simply dying.