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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