I walk into the next room. It seems to be a recreation of the prison I woke up in. Cassandra is there ranting in much the way she did when I awoke here previously. I ignore the scene and walk toward the door at the other end of the room. I wonder what sort of reaction the demon is wanting from me. The next room is a long corridor with what looks to be wolf heads or possibly dragon heads. I can't quite tell as the room is full of mist. There are three figures in front of me. I realize quickly that one of them is a copy of me, also a man and woman I don't recognize.

"Our enemies have surrendered unconditionally," the man says.

"The Inquisition's strength rivals any kingdom in Thedas," the woman claims.

My doppelganger takes all this in and smiles. "Our reach begins to match my ambition…but we will strive for more."

"Is imitating what you cannot have your only pleasure, Demon?" I scoff.

"Accusing…trying to find my weakness, is that the woman you are?" the demon asks laughing.

No not really. But I will take an opening when I can. I should have said nothing. I berate myself. However silence can speak volumes as well.

There is flash and the people and doppelganger disappear. I walk forward.

"Were you in earnest when you chose the people's flag for the standards?" the demon asks taunting.

I say nothing and continue forward there are rooms on each side of the corridor and I head into the one on the left. There are 3 soldiers standing there.

"For when I am you, the people will not forget what you do to them," the demon claims.

The three soldiers talk amongst themselves about the great power the inquisition has including the power over kings and queens. I ignore the banter the best I can and move on.

In the next room there are clerics going on about how the Herald saved everyone when the chantry fell. I continue on leaving the room.

There are few more groups of people. I notice corpses on the floor in each of the rooms, probably a testament to the Demon's idea of striving for more. I am disgusted by the thought.

The wolf/dragon heads start spouting a blue-green light, plasma type stuff I learn quickly to stay away from it as I bob and weave to the end of corridor.

I see another door at this end and I walk through.

"Do you see how glorious my inquisition will be after you die at the hands of the elder one?" the demon gloats.

Another corridor this time with actual doorways leading to rooms, I take the right one first this time. There is a strange carved –like structure in the room. It looks curved but misshapen. I can make out what looks like legs and face protruding between them. There is an inscription. Well this will be interesting.

Envy's Dogma: A whisper, followed out of a dream, a beckoning thread of power. At the end of it a figure, crowned in imperial red, seen through a tear in the air. The elder one, demanding servitude with an offer impossible to resist.

Leader of the Seekers, Commander of Knights.

Lord Seeker Lucius Corin, Master of Templars.

So the Envy Demon is in the service of this Elder One and basically was offered the Lord Seeker on a silver platter. I note willing my nausea to settle. I head out of the unsettling room and choose the one on the left. It seems to have been covered by a magical barrier. Raising my staff I destroy the barrier, at least my magic works here.

However before I can enter I hear a voice. "You're hurting, helpless, and hasty. What happens to the hammer when there are no more nails?"

It's not the demon's voice it's…kind.

"What are you? Get out!" screams the demon angrily, "this is my place!"

Well if something or someone else is here and pissing the demon off …it's fine by me. I walk into the room it looks like a normal boudoir except perhaps for the some of the furniture hanging from the ceiling. I see no one and the voice is silent. I start to walk out.

"Wait!" the voice says. I turn and walk back into the room.

A young man appears before me, I can only see part of his face due to the large hat he wears. He is wearing a tunic and vest tucked into a wide belt and what appears to be tight fitting leather breeches.

"Envy is hurting you. Mirrors on Mirrors on memories… A face it can feel but not fake. I want to help…you not Envy," He says gently.

I am confused by his manner and his words but I understand the last part. I feel like I recognize him somehow.

"Who are you?" I ask confused, "I've seen you before, haven't I?"

"I've been watching. I'm Cole," He says patiently explains, "We're inside you…or I am, you're always inside you."

"What?" I'm totally confused now.

"It's easy to hear, harder to be a part of what you're hearing, but I'm here, hearing, helping…I hope," He tries to explain further.

I bend my head pinching my fingers to the bridge of my nose trying to make sense of it.

"Envy hurt you…is hurting you. I tried to help and then I was here …in the hearing. Its…It's not usually like this," He attempts to explain further.

I sigh, "None of what you said makes sense."

Cole tries again. "I was watching. I watch. Every templar knew when you arrived. They were impressed but not like the Lord Seeker."

"The Lord Seeker is an Envy demon and it wants to be me," I offer helpfully.

"Yes," Cole agrees, "It twisted the commanders, forced their fury, their fight…they are red inside."

I understand this… the red lyrium…it twisted the commanders.

"Anyway, you're frozen, Envy is trying to take your face, I heard it and reached out, and then in, and then I was here," He says attempting to explain further.

I understand frozen as my last act before coming here was stopping time. I understand what Envy is doing and that somehow Cole was transported here…but where is here?

"So you're a spying phantom who accidently enters…"I start to say slowly working it out.

"Minds," he finishes.

I think about what he says, we are in my mind. So everything the demon is showing me are my memories, my thoughts, twisting them to his means. I can control the threads of the fade and my consciousness there. I can work with this. At least I think I can, I take a deep breath as I absorb this information. I also remember what Solas had shown me of his friends in the fade. Cole is a spirit?

"That says spirit to me," I reason.

"If it bothers you I can make you forget that helps," he offers. But before I can reply, "No," he decides. "You need all of you right now to fight, maybe later."

"All right Cole. If you really want to help, how do I get out?" I ask pointedly.

"It's your head. I'd hoped you'd know how to stop it," He replies sadly.

"I'm not sure, but there must be something I can do," I say hopefully.

"All of this is Envy," he explains, "people, places, power. If you keep going Envy stretches. It takes strength to make more. Being one person is hard," he continues thoughtfully, "being many…too many, more and more, and Envy breaks down, you break out."

I wait a moment putting together what he just said. "So if we keep moving inside of my head, we tire Envy into submission?" I slowly ask.

"Maybe," He agrees, "I hope it helps. It's more than sitting here waiting to lose your face."

I nod at him agreeing and turn to walk out the door.