Northern Sun wrote...
Tallis: "You see tyranny and I see caring."
Hawke: "Oh, so when they cut out my sister and lover's tongue, sew their mouths shut, and keep them in chains, they're doing it because they care."
Damn nice work. Hell, all of these have been great; I leave BSN for a few weeks to deal with RL stuff, and the thread has just exploded with cool submissions. Well done, all.
Some interactions between Meredith and party members before the Final Battle on the pro-mage path, because telling off Meredith is awesome.

(For the sake of simplicity, Hawke will be referred to as female)
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Meredith: And you, Knight-Captain, have forsaken your responsibilities to keeping law and order in this city. I should have known that you and your entire organization deserved to be replaced from the start.
Aveline: Shut up, ****.
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Meredith: And we have Hawke's faithful pet dwarf, I see. Tell me, merchant, for what possible reason could you have for participating in this treason?
Varric: A new sonnet I'm working on, actually. Working title is "The Champion of Kirkwall Kills The Rampaging Templar With A Single Thrust And Gets Home In Time For Tea." Thoughts?
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Meredith: A blood mage and a heathen. It seemed that the Champion's loyalities were clear from the start. To think that she would take a creature like you into her bed only demonstrates how corrupting the influence of mages truly is.
Merrill: If you lay a finger on Hawke, then I'll give your soul to the Dread Wolf to chew on for all time. I won't let you hurt her.
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Meredith: The pirate responsible for stealing the Qunari tome. There will be no one left to protect you once I am finished here.
Isabela: Andraste's great heaving bosom, woman, you need to get laid.
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Meredith: A Grey Warden, typical. Once I am finished here, girl, I shall bring your Order to task for harbouring apostates. The Wardens have mocked the authority of the Chantry and her templars long enough.
Bethany of the Grey: You can certainly try. The Wardens have stood for centuries, and saved the world more often than you can imagine. Whenever there's a Blight, it seems that the templars are always the ones running for the hills.
Meredith: Be silent, girl.
Bethany of the Grey: Go to hell. I am not afraid of you people anymore, and I won't let you harm anyone else I care about, especially my sister. I'm not running from you any longer.