Yes. [ Soft agreement. Yes, they do. The inside is so much bigger, so tangled. Hidden away. But he senses it: there. He made it better. He is pleased, even if he stands still as stone as the hand comes down to pat his head. He doesn't understand that part, but it kind of seems like something Varric might do. Blackwall calls him lad. But... yes, he is helpful. It's what he's supposed to do. ]

The colours make it easier. You don't hurt the wrong people that way. [ Familiar to him, too. Only he... hurt people. He made mistakes. It would have been easier if there had been colours. As for his question: ] They forget. I make them forget.

[ Simple. ]

Their world was simpler, the weight of all is new. Thrown down by the broken sky. Marked to be more. Hands learning how to hold, heavy. [ There is a fondness in his voice. He speaks of a friend. The Inquisitor is kind to them. ] They let me stay, to help. They didn't try to change me.