We've become surgeons, cutting away that would destroy us and then mending the wounds. What a lovely sentiment.

[If only repairing what ailed Thedas were as easy as painting that metaphor, apt though it is.

For that matter, if only it were so simple to restore Bastien... Her face falls ever so slightly at that thought.]

So, my dear, where shall we begin with reshaping a healthy Thedas anew?