Solas: Iron Bull. I understand that among your people, you are... what is the term?
Iron Bull: Ben-Hassrath. Secret police. Spies, basically.
Solas: You spied upon your own people.
Iron Bull: Is that so different from Orlais or Ferelden? They have all kinds of people policing them.
Solas: What they say and do, yes. Not what they think.
Iron Bull: What you think is what you say and do.
Solas: No. Even the lowliest peasant may find freedom in the safety of her thoughts. You take even that.
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Solas: Surely even you see, Iron Bull, that freedom is preferable to mindless obedience to the Qun.
Iron Bull: How so? Last I checked, our mages weren't burning down Par Vollen.
Solas: You think Orlais and Ferelden would be better off under Qunari rule?
Iron Bull: Not really my call. I think most people everywhere have a system that works for 'em.
Iron Bull: When that breaks, you fix it. Like we're doing now.
Solas: Do not equivocate. Would we or would we not be better under the Qun?
Iron Bull: It's not that simple, Solas.
Solas: It absolutely is.
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Iron Bull: Alright, Solas, been thinking. You wanna know how this place would be if the Qunari took charge?
Iron Bull: Orlais, Ferelden, all of it would be healthier under the Qun.
Iron Bull: But the war to make that happen? That'd be ugly. A lot of good people would die.
Iron Bull: So I'm not hoping it happens. There! You happy?
Solas: Happy? No. Quite the opposite.
Iron Bull: Oh, come on. I said I didn't want us to invade you!
Solas: No. You said this world would be brighter if all thinking individuals were stripped of individuality.
Solas: You only lack the will to get more blood on your hands.
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Iron Bull: Tell me something, Solas. Do you think the servants here are happier then the people living under the Qun in Par Vollen?
Solas: It doesn't matter if they are happy, it matters that they may choose!
Iron Bull: Choose? Choose what? Whether to do their work or get tossed onto the street to starve?
Solas: Yes! If a Ferelden servant decides that his life goal is to... become a poet, he can follow that dream!
Solas: It may be difficult, and he might fail. But the whole of society is not aligned to oppose him!
Iron Bull: Sure, and good for him. How many servants actually go do that, though?
Solas: Almost none! What does that matter?
Solas: Your Qun would crush the brilliant few for the mediocre many!
Iron Bull: And then people feel like crap for failing.
Iron Bull: When the truth is, the deck was stacked against them anyway.
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Solas: If your Qun is so wonderful, so fair and perfect, how does it create so many Tal-Vashoth?
[If the Inquisitor is Qunari:]
Solas: There are enough of them to marry and have children, like the man/woman we travel with!
Iron Bull: And for every one who turns out alright, like him/her, and his/her parents, dozens go savage.
[Otherwise:]
Iron Bull: Most Tal-Vashoth are nothing more than savages. Killing's all they know.
Iron Bull: The Ben-Hassrath are trying to lose fewer people to that sickness.
Solas: It isn't a sickness. You are losing them because they see a chance for freedom!
Solas: And most of them are "savage", as you say, because your culture taught them nothing else.
Solas: They know nothing but the Qun. So even as they fight against it, they are guided by its principles.
Iron Bull: Watch it, elf. You haven't seen the Tal-Vashoth like I have.
Iron Bull: Try watching a Tal-Vashoth kill a Tamassran and her kids. Then we'll talk.
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Solas: You fought the Tal-Vashoth for a long time, Iron Bull, did you not?
Iron Bull: Every day.
Iron Bull: I'd kill some of them, they'd kill some of my guys, and then I'd kill them some more.
Solas: No man can kill so many people without breaking inside. To survive... those you fight must become monsters.
Iron Bull: The ones that kill innocent people, yeah. The rest... I don't know.
Solas: The mind does marvelous things to protect itself.