[ Impressed by the readiness the Inquisitor shows to hear him out, Aedan lifts his chalice to his lips to take one large mouthful. A good wine such as this shouldn't be gulped, but Aedan would quite like the mental fortitude that comes with a bracing dose of liquid courage. The wine burns, richness turning a little overwhelming, before he swallows and holds up a finger to proclaim: ]

Don't set yourself on fire trying to brighten the world.

[ They're old and familiar words to Aedan, who heard them not too long ago and decided they were the kind of words he'd like to give to someone one day - especially seeing as it's the kind of advice he knows he can't follow himself. The very concept of a Warden is built so intrinsically upon giving up your life for the world that it would be impossible to take the advice to heart.

It's the kind of advice he'd give to Kieran if only Morrigan would let him.

Setting the now empty glass aside he turns to gesture out beyond the stained glass of the window towards the world beyond the Inquisition's army. ]

Thedas loves a martyr but getting yourself killed doesn't help anyone...

[ He pauses - grimaces. Aedan knows all about sacrificing one's life for a cause - with the oaths he's taken, he knows he would throw himself in to the abyss if another Blight were to descend upon the world. It doesn't mean that it's a good idea, but he'd still do it. ]

Unless you're a Warden. But that's different.