How does one argue with a spirit of compassion that things happening to characters in a book isn't a moral problem to take issue with? Cassandra doesn't know. Instead she awkwardly tries again, hoping to ease some of his distress.

"It is writing. I cannot say I agree with Varric's narrative choices, but he... does write engaging works of fiction. And that is what people wish to read."

Nope, she knows she didn't do it that time, either.