[His neck feels almost as though the blisters had never been there in the first place, and once Anders is done brushing the skin away to check his handiwork, he raises a hand to check for himself, a bit of wonder creeping into his expression for a second or two as he runs his fingers over the smooth, blister-free skin. But his natural inclinations there are quickly stifled by Anders's words, and any amazement he might be feeling is replaced with something more akin to horror, even though his fingers still rest lightly against his skin.]

Templars do that on purpose? And you've no say over that at all? Could you...no, wait, that's why you did what you did, wasn't it? You were trying to stop them before all the mages wound up having that happen to them.