I like to think it's a matter of faith. The Maker's hand and Andraste's light guided me here. Now, I don't always feel like I'm making a difference, don't always feel like I'm making an impact, but I saw the writing on the wall, as it were, and I've stayed here since.

Leaving the Order, that was also a matter of faith. Kinda more in the opposite direction. Had a lot of questions unanswered, a lot of heartache, not a small amount of anger thrown in. Honestly, it might've been a lot of stubbornness that kept me in it for as long as I was after the war started, but there was a moment...

[He lets that drift off, some quiet reminiscing. Trying not to feel the same sting.]

Had to do a lot of reevaluating after that moment, of myself, my place in the world, my relationship with my faith.