Yes, because we will write the story for ourselves.

The voices of the chorus, so raised in song. And since this was a funeral taking place in Orlais, there was, of course, wine for the ceremony. The traditional sup of the mourners. And your mother, there, in the very front row, and as the ethereal voices of the chorus lifted onto the high pure notes, to bring greater glory to Andraste, and to raise the spirit of the dead into--

Well, now. Who was the dead? A cousin?