[And far more forgiving. If one of his friends turned on him and tried to kill him he's not sure he'd given them a second chance, misguided or not. He'd struggled enough with Zevran's inclusion in their party and the assassin had been a stranger when he tried to kill them, not someone Alistair trusted. For all that forgiveness is often preached it's not an easy thing for anyone to offer.]
Oh. [He knows there are plenty of people who don't believe in the Maker or Andraste. The Dalish, the dwarves, the qunari. And Alistair has never been particularly interested in spreading the Chant or anything like that. It's not faith that determines whether or not someone is a good person. He doesn't need her to share his. But certain things do make him question what he's been taught and what the Maker's role in it all is.
But that's not Mystique's problem. Nor does he want her to think he's upset she doesn't share his faith. Offering a faint smile he quickly kisses her cheek, pulling away almost immediately to stare at his knees.]
That's fair. It just... all this got me thinking about Him. [A shrug. It's the sort of thing he can talk to Leliana about if he wants to. She knows the Chantry's teachings while Mystique doesn't.] Forget I brought it up.
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[And far more forgiving. If one of his friends turned on him and tried to kill him he's not sure he'd given them a second chance, misguided or not. He'd struggled enough with Zevran's inclusion in their party and the assassin had been a stranger when he tried to kill them, not someone Alistair trusted. For all that forgiveness is often preached it's not an easy thing for anyone to offer.]
Oh. [He knows there are plenty of people who don't believe in the Maker or Andraste. The Dalish, the dwarves, the qunari. And Alistair has never been particularly interested in spreading the Chant or anything like that. It's not faith that determines whether or not someone is a good person. He doesn't need her to share his. But certain things do make him question what he's been taught and what the Maker's role in it all is.
But that's not Mystique's problem. Nor does he want her to think he's upset she doesn't share his faith. Offering a faint smile he quickly kisses her cheek, pulling away almost immediately to stare at his knees.]
That's fair. It just... all this got me thinking about Him. [A shrug. It's the sort of thing he can talk to Leliana about if he wants to. She knows the Chantry's teachings while Mystique doesn't.] Forget I brought it up.