( Abella wipes her eyes with the back of her hand, and shakes her head with a broken laugh. )

You’re an ass.

( It’s not a criticism. The honest reminder of all the dangers here both helps and doesn’t. )

We’re being driven to insanity. And at the end of three days— if we don’t figure out a way to get everyone out alive, we’ll turn into monsters, too. There’s terrible things everywhere, and I know people here are suffering. I don’t— I’m not trying to dismiss that like it’s nothing.

( She makes herself look back to Astrid. She has to, if only to convey that she knows Thedas is hardly idyllic, and even then convey the weight of where her friends are. )

Prehevil was turned into—- into hell with a countdown. It’s not the same thing.