Loghain: I passed your test. Fate has a twisted sense of humor, it seems. (Dry) I suppose you think I'm some sort of monster. More so since I survived your ritual: you keep striking at me, and I just refuse to die decently.
(PC: I don't think you're a monster. (small approval increase)
Loghain: You're a poor liar, you know. It's kind of you to say so, all the same. We must settle things between us somehow or other, or neither of us will get any work done. So, what will it be? (Getting to the point))
(PC: I may have to resort to magic next. (small approval increase)
Loghain: Oh? What was all that nonsense with darkspawn blood and mages, then? A puppet show? It seems to me that magic has already failed. (Amused) I'd recommend a sharp knife in the kidneys next time. Less impressive, but it gets the job done.
(PC: The plan loses something when you're the one suggesting it. (small approval increase)
Loghain: I suppose it does lack the element of surprise. Well, what shall we do to settle things between us, then?)
(PC: Shouldn't you be trying to talk me out of killing you?
Loghain: Why should I? I am a strategist by trade, after all. Should a fine plan be abandoned simply because it ends in my own demise? That seems like such a waste of a good idea.)
(PC: You're not going to be that lucky.
Loghain: So what is it you think you can have me do, then, that will be so much worse than death?))
(PC: If I despise you, it's because you deserve it.
Loghain: Ah, now there's the venom I expected. (Pleased. He wants to get things out in the open, rather than leaving them to stew) Well is that it? Surely you've more to say to me than that. (Almost taunting)
If dwarven: Swear at me in dwarven, if you run out of common epithets. I assure you, I'll be just as wounded even when I don't know what you're saying. (Mocking a bit. Trying to provoke an outburst)
If Dalish: When you run out of common insults, you can try elven. I won't understand them, but I promise to be offended, nonetheless. (Mocking a bit. Trying to provoke an outburst)
If City Elf: I've heard the Alienage speaks profanity as a native tongue. Feel free to indulge yourself. (Mocking a bit. Trying to provoke an outburst)
If HN or mage: Go on. Try out all the curses and insults you know. I'll teach you some new ones if they don't suffice. (Mocking a bit. Trying to provoke an outburst)
(PC: You want me to call you names? How about this one: slaver.
Loghain: Honestly, elf, do you think that among all my crimes is the one that keeps me up at night? That's a bit egotistical of you, don't you think?/Do you honestly think that among all my crimes, that is the one that keeps me awake at night? (Scoffing) The plight of a few dozen elves in the face of all the hundreds who died at Ostagar, the countless others fighting the civil war that followed, seems irrelevant.
[PC: Irrelevant? You sold free people to Tevinter!
Loghain: And because you stopped it, the army we have to face the Blight is a third the size it should be. And many more elves wait in the Alienage, defenseless, for the darkspawn to reach them. Which fate is worse, I wonder: To live as a slave, or to die without hope in the Alienage? But the truth of things hardly matters now. You've won. You can decide whatever you like about my guilt. And now what...]
[PC: You really have no conscience, do you?
Loghain: Course not, I'm a soldier. Conscience has no place in war. (Unapologetic) It got people out of the most indefensible part of the city and put money in the coffers at the same time. The whole kingdom is about to be lost: What does principle matter now? But the truth...]
[PC: You think other people suffered, so the elves don't matter?
Loghain: I think that their suffering, while real enough, is a drop in the ocean now. (Serious) It got people out of...]
[PC: Just tell me why you did it.
Loghain: Because it seemed necessary at the time. (Unapologetic) It got people out of...])
(PC: You're a murderer.
Loghain: Is that the best you have? I'm disappointed. It doesn't even offend me because it happens to be true. I've killed enough men now, with my own hands or by command, that they're beyond counting. (Amused) But the truth...)
(PC: You're a traitor and a coward.
Loghain: By all means, tell me again how I murdered Cailan. I find the topic inexhaustibly fascinating. (Dry) There is no possibility, of course, that Cailan's poor judgment in leading the charge against my advice caused his death. Because he fell in battle, his part in the massacre at Ostagar must be excused, and because I survived, all responsibility must fall to me. (Sour) But the truth...)
(PC: You're awfully smug for a failure.
Loghain: Ah, now that actually struck a glancing blow! Good work. And now what...)
(PC: I don't have to insult you. I've already beaten you.
Loghain: And now what? Am I to be some trophy of your victory? The defeated enemy you drag about on a leash wherever you go? Or have you some worse fate in mind for me?
PC: We don't have to be enemies. (small approval increase)
Loghain: It is, however, what we've chosen to be. And I don't think changing that is a simple matter.(Serious)))
(PC: I was hoping you'd die in the Joining.
Loghain: Yes, I know. You weren't the only one disappointed by the outcome. (Wry) Well is that it? Surely you've more to say to me than that...)
Loghain: *some form of 'What do you want?'*
(PC: Just do what I tell you to do./Just stay out of my way.
Loghain: Or what? You'll kill me? Go ahead. The Joining was my death sentence anyway. It's hardly my fault that it failed to produce the desired result, Warden.)
(PC: We're going to have to work together. (Small approval increase)
Loghain: Is that punishment meant for me or for you? (Amused) And just like that, we're allies? I can't imagine it's so simple. I don't know what concession you want from me, Warden. I expect my word will not satisfy you.)
(PC: You cost me Alistair, you know.
Loghain: Yes, well, you can thank me for that later. I don't know what...)
That tree goes to:
(PC: I need to know I can trust you.
Loghain: Nothing I can say will prove that. Either I will <emp>be</emp> worthy of trust, or I won't.)
(PC: This is still your death sentence. Remember that.
Loghain: I assure you, it's foremost on my mind.(serious))
(PC: Fine, let's just try to avoid one another.
Loghain: I'd be delighted to. It is, however, a small camp. We could dig a moat down the middle of it, perhaps. It will create some difficulty finding a place to pitch tents, I'm afraid.(dry))
(PC: You're a Grey Warden now, too, you know. (Small approval increase)
Loghain: Indeed, I'd almost forgotten that. Thank you for the reminder. (he had almost forgotten this))
Loghain: I think it's time we got to the point here: What do you want from me?
If player vents: My execution was all but arranged. If you'd wanted me dead, you could have had your wish at the Landsmeet. I assume, then, that you have something else in mind.
If not: I can't imagine that you spared my life in the Landsmeet by accident. You have some plan in mind.
(PC: You tell me: What do you want? (Medium approval increase)
Loghain: What <emp>I</emp> want? What an odd question... (Taken aback) I want to ride back to Denerim and sit in the war room and find no empty chairs at the table. I want to lose nothing else. I want a line, clearly drawn, that I can defend. (A little bit wistful) I want an end to this war. All of this can rightly be called my fault. Whether or not you can do better remains to be seen. But if you can make this the end, Warden, I will follow you. I swear it. (Sincere))
(PC: I'm giving you a chance: I want you to take it. (Small approval increase)
Loghain: Fortunate for me, then, that I've always been a man to take chances. (Wry) I'm hardly blind to the irony of this situation.)
(PC: I was granting you mercy, I didn't actually want you. (Small approval decrease)
Loghain: Mercy is a strange creature. They say the sword that struck Andraste was mercy. Your mercy is to leave me in the fire. I'm no Chantry scholar: I don't know which is the cruel fate and which is the kind one. Despite what we each wanted, we're both here now, facing the same enemy, and we can be of use to one another. However little we may enjoy that fact.)
(PC: Death's too easy. Your sentence is life as a Grey Warden. (Medium approval decrease)
Loghain: That's the harsher punishment, certainly, and I can hardly argue that it's more than I deserve. I suppose I ought to be grateful. I have at least some chance now of putting right some of the things I have done. Despite what we each...)
(PC: I want to get some use out of you before sending you to die. (Medium approval decrease)
Loghain: Your candor, Warden, is inspiring. Let me follow your example: You and I have been adversaries for some time, and I don't expect that to change now. (Dry) Despite what we each...)
Next tree:
(PC: I'm glad to have you. (Medium approval increase)
Loghain: I suppose we'll see how long that lasts. (Thoughtful) We should speak no more of this at present. Time's wasting.)
(PC: We will find a way to end this Blight. (Medium approval increase)
Loghain: We will find a way to end this Blight. (Sincere) We should speak...)
(PC: What do I need you for?
Loghain: I am a soldier, you know. And it has come to my attention that you've been looking to build some armies. (Amused)
[PC: What good is that? I'm already stronger than you are. (Small approval decrease)
Loghain: Well, we'll see how far that gets you. (Dry) We should speak...]
[PC: I'll give you a chance. Just don't think I trust you. (Small approval increase)
Loghain: We shoudl speak...])
(PC: You're going to have to prove your worth here.
Loghain: I never doubted that. We should speak...)
(PC: You can stay in the camp. Don't expect any more than that.
Loghain: Very well. It will give me an excellent vantage point to see if you can actually lead an attack against the Blight. (Dry) We should speak...)
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:O:happy: 
I like how they got a few Brit curses in there ("git", "tosser").
