"They're angry. They feel the Chantry is turning their backs on them. They want revenge for the losses here." He snorts a disgruntled sound. "As though they have any idea what we've lost or what we face. Nothing worse than having your struggles become some distant ass' cause." He digs a hand into the sand in front of him and sifts it through his fingers.

He smiles faintly at the shoulder bump and returns it, a companionable gesture. "I hope that's the case. Leaving could just as easily entail execution, you know. I know I've mentioned it before. It's a real possibility, and while I'm not eager to die, if it meant saving my soldiers, I will. I don't want anyone fighting or putting up a fuss if that's what the Seekers decide, not on my behalf."

He's not sure he needs to tell Dorian this. He feels as though he should. The thought of him crossing the Seekers on his behalf in any way leaves him cold. He'd much rather he just leave if it comes to that. No sense in a good man going down for a cause that never should have involved him at all.