"You will work for the mages you sought to use." Amahri looked levelly at Alexius.
"A headsman would have been kinder." Alexius saidm, throwing the Inquisitor's mercy back in his face. Amahri did not respond, but sent him away to begin serving his sentence. The Inquisitor rose after Alexius was removed and disappeared into the conference room. Blackwall watched him go.
"Heh. So the guy who nearly pushed the world over the edge is going to be changing linens and doing dishes. Interesting choice."
"You disapprove of the Inquisitor's judgement?" Blackwall asked. Varric shrugged.
"Not really. On the one hand killing people is the best way to make sure they aren't gonna be a problem in the future but...I think it's pretty obvious Alexius is done making trouble." Varric sounded a bit sad. Not for the danger now passed, Blackwall was sure, but probably for his son. Felix had tried to help them...and he was dying. There was nothing the Inquisition could do. Blackwall shifted. He hadn't completely lied; it was true he did not perform joinings and that he didn't know of any wardens about who they could take him to. Likely that would have been the case even if Blackwell were, well, Blackwall. With the order scattered and something obviously wrong about them-he frowned. No, justifications for why he couldn't help didn't make him feel any better. He'd not felt much guilt over taking Blackwall's name in the past...when he was alone and killing darkspawn, not hurting anyone. Privately serving his penance. Now he wasn't alone. He had 'friends' who thought he was someone he was not, he was very possibly letting an innocent young man die through his lack of actual knowledge of the wardens, and the Inquisitor; herald of Andraste, looked at him as a hero. The boy watched his every movement with admiration; if only he knew….
"Hey? You in there?" Varric shoved Blackwell's leg.
"Hm? Sorry, what?" Blackwall snapped back to reality.
"You looked thoughtful there. Do you disagree with the kid's choice?"
"No-oo. I mean….he deserved death, but I think there's also justice in making him work for those he meant to harm."
"Yea. Who knows, maybe he'll turn over a new leaf?" Varric chuckled a little darkly. The dwarf had seen enough bad in the world to be more pragmatic than that, but he always tried to be optimistic on the outside anyway. Blackwall smirked, but the sting was still there. What might these people think of him, should his crimes come to light?