Deleted Dialogue

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Various snippets of dialogue that didn’t make it into the final cut of the game—listed in scene order to the best of my ability.

Wakeup

PC: What do you mean everyone’s dead? How is that even possible?

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Dialogue options:

Angry: Let me go.
PC: Whatever you think I did, I’m innocent.
Confused: I’m confused.
PC: I don’t understand.
PC What’s going on? How did I get here?
Sad: All those people…
PC: I can’t believe it. All those people… dead.
Leliana: Yes.
PC: And… You think I’m involved?
Stoic: What now?
PC: So what happens now?
Leliana: We know you were among the Qunari mercenaries brought to protect the Conclave.
Leliana: We know you were smuggling lyrium into the Conclave.
Leliana: We know you were at the Conclave as a spy for your people.
Leliana: We know you were with the delegation of mages attending the Conclave.
Leliana: We know you were attending the Conclave on your family’s behalf.

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It’s gigantic.
PC: It’s… enormous. Can that kind of power even be stopped?
I survived that?
PC: You said I survived that? How is that even possible?
Cassandra: An excellent question.

PC: You said, “Unless we act.” You need my help with this.
Cassandra: We need what’s on your hand.

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Soldier 1: It’s [them]!

Soldier 2: The murderer!

Cassandra: Step aside.

Soldier 1: Lady Cassandra, why are you protecting this thing/dwarf/knife-ear/[man/woman]?

Qunari PC:
Soldier 3: It’s a Qunari! A bloody oxman!
Soldier 3: It’s a Qunari! Look at her—she’s a giant!

Soldier 2: [They] should be hanged!

Cassandra: I am in command, and I am telling you to stand aside.

Soldier 1: The Most Holy is dead, and [they] killed her! [They] killed all of them!

PC: (Cries out.)

Cassandra: Enough! This is not the time for justice! Until the Breach is closed, this [man/woman] is under my protection! Now I say again: stand aside!

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Cassandra: I will not throw you to the wolves simply to assuage their grief.

Dialogue options:

Thank you.
PC: Thank you.
But I’m innocent!
PC: But I didn’t do this!
Not yet.
PC: At least until you no longer need me.

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PC: Those people, they mentioned Most Holy…

Cassandra: Divine Justinia, fifth of her name, voice of the Maker and head of the Chantry. It is she who Leliana and I serve… served. Since the mages declared their freedom, they have been at open war with the templars. The Divine convinced leaders from both sides to attend this Conclave. It was a real chance at peace. But that’s over now.

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Cassandra: They said you… stepped out of a rift, then fell unconscious. They say a woman was in the rift behind you. No one knows who she was. Everything farther in the valley was laid waste, including the Temple of Sacred Ashes. I suppose you’ll see soon enough.

Dialogue options:

Are we in danger?
PC: Are we in danger out here?
Cassandra: Possibly. Demons are coming out of the rift in large numbers. I suppose you’ll see soon enough.
A woman behind me?
PC: I remember a woman… but not anything about her.
Cassandra: Leliana believes it was Divine Justinia. I do not know. I suppose you’ll see soon enough.

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[These next chunks of dialogue are not grouped in any coherent way. I will leave it to your imaginations to decipher where they fit.]

Cassandra: We can rest for a moment. Ask questions, if you wish.
[I assume this is after the short scene with the anchor flare up once they proceed through the gates, before the first combat sequence.]

Cassandra: With the figure of a woman standing behind you, yes.
Cassandra: Some of my soldiers found you in the valley three days ago, before the demons began to appear.
Cassandra: The entire leadership of the Chantry is dead.
Cassandra: I am here because someone must act, not because I was ordered to.
Cassandra: I am no priest.
Cassandra: Very well, let us move on.
Cassandra: The village of Haven, just outside of the valley.
Cassandra: We’ve occupied it since the explosion, searching for survivors and trying to contain the damage.
Cassandra: Even if my messages have gotten through, I have received no responses. We are on our own.
Cassandra: The mages and templars blame each other for what happened and have resumed their war.
Cassandra: It does not matter what I believe. For all we know, the soldiers were simply mistaken.
Cassandra: The soldiers couldn’t see her clearly. When the rift closed, she was gone.
Cassandra: There are no orders now. It is only chaos,, and will only get worse.
Cassandra: Not exactly. I served the Divine, as I said.
Cassandra: Until now, we have contained then in the valley. My sword should be enough.
PC: A rift? One of the holes into the fade?
PC: But you don’t.
PC: Then how did I become your prisoner?
PC: How does that not make you part of the Chantry?

Dialogue options:

I’m ready to go.
PC: I’m ready.
You served the Divine?
PC: You’re part of the Chantry, then?
How did I survive?
PC: How did I survive the blast?
Tell me about this place.
PC: What is this place?
No one is helping?
PC: “Chaos”? Is no one coming to help you?
Where are we, exactly?
PC: What was that place we just left?

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Cassandra: Not yet. That was then. This is now.

PC: Now I’ll protect myself.

Cassandra: I cannot fight demons while also watching my back.

I need a weapon.
PC: And I can’t fight at all without a weapon.
Calm down.
PC: Whatever your thinking, it’s not true.
Cassandra: You are a prisoner, and now you’re armed.
PC: Only to defend myself.
I’m the threat?
PC: So I’m a bigger threat than demons?
Cassandra: At this moment, you are the only threat I see.
PC: You can’t be serious.

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Cassandra: The bridge is destroyed. We must find another way around.

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Bystander 1: Why is this happening?
Bystander 1: Maker preserve us—we’re doomed!
Bystander 1: The world id ending.
Bystander 1: Demons will overtake us all!
Bystander 1: It’s the Maker’s wrath! He’s punishing us!
Bystander 2: Blessed are those who stand before the corrupt and the wicked and do not falter.
Bystander 2: Blessed are the righteous, the lights in the shadow.
Bystander 2: Maker preserve us in our hour of need, I beg you.
Bystander 2: The time of wrath is upon us.
Bystander 2: Oh Maker! Why is this happening?

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Gawker 1: Why hasn’t this [man/woman] been hanged?
Gawker 1: Are we just going to let the murderer walk by?
Gawker 1: Lady Cassandra, where are you going?
Gawker 1: That’s the [man/woman] who killed the Most Holy!
Gawker 2: It’s you!
Gawker 2: It’s the murderer!
Gawker 2: There [they are]!
Gawker 2: That’s the one!

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Wounded Soldier 1: Can anyone hear me?
Wounded Soldier 1: I need a healer. Please, someone!
Wounded Soldier 1: The demons… they clawed inside him…
Wounded Soldier 1: (Cries out.)
Wounded Soldier 2: There were so many. There was nothing we could do!
Wounded Soldier 2: Why won’t anyone help us?
Wounded Soldier 2: The blood. So much blood.
Wounded Soldier 2: (Cries out.)
Wounded Soldier 2: (Groans.)

The Valley

Cassandra: Maker’s breath.
Solas: So much waste.
Varric: (Sighs.) Unbelievable, isn’t it?
Cassandra: What happened here is difficult to bear.
Solas: Such destruction.
Varric: Hard to accept this could really happen.

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Varric: What is that?

Cassandra: A greater demon!

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Solas: None of this explains how that mark was acquired, however.

Cassandra: [They] claim not to remember.

Solas: And you do not believe that?

Cassandra: It is to convenient.

Solas: Sometimes the mind buries what it cannot endure.

Cassandra: And sometimes the guilty lie. Let us press onwards.

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PC: Why do you call her “Seeker”?

Varric: Because that’s what Cassandra is: a Seeker of truth. A… sort of templar. Didn’t she tell you? I’ll bet they didn’t even introduce themselves properly, or mention who all these soldiers are.

Cassandra: The prisoner is accused of a terrible crime.

Male PC:
Varric: But you still need his help. Unless you’re taking him into the valley for a brisk walk and some air?

Female PC:
Varric: And yet, you still want her help. Unless you just decided to take her out and show her the sights?

Dialogue options:

So who are they?
(Say nothing.)
So who are they?
PC: So who are they then?
Varric: Cassandra and Leliana were the Right Hand and Left Hand of the Divine, respectively. They were the Divine’s… unofficial agents. Doing things like gathering these soldiers.
PC: For what purpose?
Solas: The Templar Order was once the Chantry’s army, but it abandoned them to hunt mages. A replacement was needed.
Cassandra: It is more than that.
Varric: So she claims. Clearly the Divine had something in mind.

Scene continues.

Cassandra: Let’s move on.

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Varric: So you’re a mage.

PC: Qunari can be mages.
Varric: True, though Qunari saarebas I ever saw was kept on a leash.

PC: The Dalish have mages.
Varric: Oh, I knew one once. Pretty girl, had a thing for mirrors.

PC: You didn’t know?
Varric: I assumed if Cassandra’s prisoner was a mage, she’d have announced it far and wide by now.

Cassandra: Questions yet remain.

Varric: Just not about his guilt.
Varric: Just not, “is she guilty?”

Cassandra: We don’t know why [they were] at the Conclave or who [they] worked for.

Varric: So, why not ask?

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Varric: So you’re not a mage, and presumably not a templar.

Cassandra: Certainly not.

Varric: So what was a Qunari even doing at the Conclave?
Varric: So what was a sensible dwarf like yourself even doin g at the Conclave?
Varric: So what was a Dalish elf like yourself doing at the Conclave?

PC: I’m not a templar.
Varric: So what were you even doing at the Conclave?

Cassandra: Why bother asking? You can trust nothing [they] say.

Varric: You’d prefer to guess?

Cassandra: First we deal with the Breach. Then, we learn the truth.

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Solas: I am curious why you were not at the Temple of Sacred Ashes, Cassandra.

Cassandra: We were delayed in Kirkwall.

Varric: By “delayed,” she means “we were interrogating a dwarf.”

Solas: A fortunate delay, considering it saved your lives.

Cassandra: There was nothing fortunate about it! If we’d been there, we could have…. this might all have…

Dialogue options:

Stop tormenting her
You’d be dead too.
And yet you survived.
(Say nothing.)
Stop tormenting her
PC: Why would you ask her that?
Solas: It was a simple question.
PC: You don’t think she’s torturing herself about it?
Cassandra: You do not know me.
Varric: I think [they’ve] got you figured out pretty well, Seeker.
You’d be dead too.
PC: You’d probably have died along with everyone else.
Cassandra: Or stopped you.
Varric: You really want to torture yourself with “what if,” Seeker?
Cassandra: No, I want justice.
And yet you survived.
PC: So the Divine’s closest agents survived because of a convenient delay?
Cassandra: What are you implying?
PC: Well, survival seems to be evidence—for some people.
Varric: [They’ve] got you there.
Cassandra: I don’t have the mark… but point taken.
(Say nothing.)
Solas: I apologize. I did not mean to cause you pain.
Cassandra: It is a question Leliana and I will ask ourselves for the rest of our lives, I assure you.

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PC: So you and Cassandra know each other.

Varric: you could say that. She stabbed my books.

Cassandra: I did no such thing.

Varric: She questioned me, and then dragged me here to give evidence at the Conclave.

Cassandra: Which means you are now free to go.

Varric: You ever get the feeling you’re not wanted?

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Varric: Will all these demons, why haven’t you called for help?

Cassandra: We have.

Solas: Would you wish to come to the site of so much death?

Varric: Good point. Still, if they knew there was a chance to close the Breach…

Cassandra: They don’t know that. And neither do we… yet.

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Varric: So… Solas, is it?

Solas: You’ve yet to come up with a nickname for me, I see.

Varric: I was thinking “Apostate,” but that might make our Seeker twitch.

Solas: It is also meaningless. With the Circle of Magi gone, all mages are now apostates.

Varric: yet none of them showed up tp help.

Solas: Perhaps they do not see the bigger picture, despite it looming in the sky.

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Varric: So let’s say you fix this hole in the sky, Seeker. What, then?

Cassandra: A new Divine. Hopefully a new attempt at peace.

Varric: You think the mages and templars will come together after all this? Mighty optimistic. And that’s assuming the new Divine would even try. I wouldn’t.

Cassandra: Of course you wouldn’t

Varric: See, this is why I stuck around. All the love and respect.

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Dialogue options:

Stop arguing.
PC: Do you hear yourselves? You’re getting nowhere!
Roderick: Oh, do tell us what your suggestion is.
Let’s decide before I’m dead.
PC: This thing is killing me, so how about you decide before I die?
Roderick: When you die is of no consequence.
We only have one chance.
PC: I’m your only chance at closing the Breach. I have to try.
Roderick: You’re no chance at all.
PC: Do you really think we can get to Val Royeaux before the breach swallows everything?

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Leliana: There is another way: the mountain path.
Varric: There are soldiers up there? Shouldn’t you look for them?

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Combat barks:

Cassandra: I’ll hold them!
Cassandra: Careful—more enemies over there!
PC: What is that?
Cassandra: Just keep fighting!
Solas: I will protect us.
Cassandra: Use a healing potion!
Cassandra: We should find more potions.
Solas: The rift respond to your mark—try to disrupt its power!
Solas: The mark on your hand—use it on the rift!
Solas: Try to disrupt the rift with your mark!

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Lake Villager 4: Who is that anyway?

Lake Villager 4: Are the corpses still out there?

Noble: Is that [them]?

Assassin: This is not how we succeed.

Reaver: Impossible.

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Shopper(???) 1: Maker, this is awful!
Shopper 2: This is terrible!
Shopper 3: Something must be done. It’s madness.
Shopper 4: I can’t believe this. I won’t.
Shopper 5: Who would allow this? This can’t be allowed!
Shopper 6: What a horrible state of affairs.
Shopper 1: I don’t understand this at all. What has happened?
Shopper 2: What can this mean? What do we do?
Shopper 3: Troubling. I’m at a loss.
Shopper 4: Everyone is confused.
Shopper 5: What does it all mean?
Shopper 6: I have no idea what’s next.

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[Worth noting that these are the same names used for the templars in the great hall during CotJ]

Dieran: Heard he killed the Divine.
Dieran: She killed the Divine. I know it.

Esmia: Why didn’t he save her?
Esmia: What good is she if she couldn’t save the Divine?

Tavus: He survived the Fade. Only someone touched by Andraste could survive.
Tavus: She survived the Fade. Only Andraste could have saved her.

Forces and the Temple

Cassandra: Our soldiers have cleared a path ahead, but it won’t last long.

Varric: This is a clear path?

Solas: As I recall, you insisted on coming along.

Varric: What can I say: The storyteller wants clear descriptions.

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Cassandra: Keep moving! They won’t be able to keep the demons off us for long!

Varric: The demons have been kept off us?

Solas: Without the soldiers, we would already have been swarmed.

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Cassandra: Report, soldier.

Soldier: It’s gotten worse in the last hour. Demons keep coming through the rifts… we can’t stop them!

Cassandra: Where is the captain?

Soldier: Dead. Swallowed by one of those…

Cassandra: And Commander Cullen?

Soldier: Up ahead, I think. If he’s still alive.

Dialogue options:

Well done.
PC: you’re doing a fine job
This is horrible.
PC: I didn’t think things would be this bad.
We must get through.
PC: We must get to the temple. Quickly.

Scene continues.

Soldier: Is… is that…?

Cassandra: Yes. [They are] helping us.

Cassandra: Wait here soldier. We’ll move on to the temple.

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Soldier: It’s too much!
Soldier: Hold on!
Soldier: Keep fighting!
Soldier: Help is on the way!
Soldier: Push them back!
Soldier: For the Maker!
Soldier: We can’t stop!
Soldier: Don’t let them touch you!
Soldier: (Battle cry.)
Soldier: Maker preserve us all.
Soldier: Is it over?
Cassandra: Not yet!
Soldier: Seeker! Thank the Maker you came!
Cassandra: Keep fighting, soldier.
Soldier: Where do we go now?
Cassandra: Fight your way to the temple!
Soldier: We were dead for certain.
Soldier: We can’t hold on.
Soldier: How long can we keep this up?
Soldier: They’re everywhere.
Soldier: Thank you.

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Cassandra: There it is.

Varric: The Temple of Sacred Ashes.

Solas: Yes. Where the blast originated.

Varric: Have you been in there, Seeker?

Cassandra: Yes. We should be careful.

—

Leliana: What happened next?

Cassandra: This is your doing. You’re creating these voices somehow!

That’s not true.
PC: I’m telling you I’m not.
Cassandra: You must be! There is no other explanation!
Stop accusing me!
PC: After all we’ve been through, you’re still flinging accusations?
Cassandra: What’s the alternative? That I accept what I’m hearing?
How could I?
PC: How could I even do that?
Cassandra: The same way you’ve been closing the rifts—I don’t know!
I wish I knew the truth.
PC: I wish it was that easy to explain.
Cassandra: So what is the explanation? I can’t accept this!

Varric: Whoa, whoa! Think about this for a minute, Seeker!

Varric: Do you really think [they] could have done all this?

—

Solas: Echoes of what happened here. The Fade bleeds into this place.

Leliana: Then… who’s voice was that?

—

Justinia’s voice: Why are you doing this?

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PC: What was that about?
Cassandra: It’s not important.

Cassandra: Head out of Haven and follow the road into the valley. There is an elven mage along the way we must meet.

PC: You don’t want to lead the way?
Cassandra: I want you where I can see you.

Cassandra: just keep moving, and don’t try to escape.
Cassandra: You say you’ll help, but I prefer not to take chances.

Cassandra: There. The mage I spoke of.’

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Morrigan: The dragon age began with the return of beasts long thought lost to the world. An omen, they said, of great change to come. And they were right. Mages have slipped the chains that bound them for a thousand years. Abandoning their sacred duty, templars now war with mages in the streets. Chaos reigns. Empires burn. Oh, there are those who cling to hope, who host their Divine Conclave in search of peace. Come together, they say. Let us find the answer before it is too late.
Morrigan: But it is already too late.
Morrigan: And they will fail.

Morrigan: We are at war. Faith against magic. Order against chaos. The old world against the new. Take a stand. Leap into the abyss.
Morrigan: Or watch the world be consumed by flames.
Morrigan: The time has come to take a stand.

Morrigan: The return of the dragons was said to be an omen of great change to come.
Morrigan: And so it was.
Morrigan: And that change is now.

Morrigan: Rise up.

Morrigan: Now it begins.

Morrigan: The war begins.

Morrigan: Make your mark.

Morrigan: Change the world.

Morrigan: Don’t fuck it up.