[...If she used her imagination, under that understandable bitterness, it almost sounded like he just genuinely wanted friends.]

I understand your anger. I might even go far to say I understand it's depth.

[And besides, even if her duty as the Special Inquisitor hadn't constantly forced her to deal with the most treacherous and vile humans Mor Ardain had to offer, if she hadn't known too many men like Dughall, Jin had certainly gone on at length about the problem every chance he got. Mòrag shakes her head slightly.]

It's your motivations for being "a changed man," as you put it, that I wonder about. [It wouldn't be easy for a Blade to let go of so much injustice—just like it wasn't easy to accept Mikhail's show of good faith, knowing how many of her people Torna had killed, feeling that phantom edge of a blade to her throat.] ...You really were being honest, weren't you? Saying that you wanted company?

[You know, under all that gross.]