Varric: Oh, cheer up, Blondie. You’re making me cry just looking at you.
Anders: Don’t.
Varric: You made a mistake. It happens.
Anders: I almost killed a girl.
Varric: You’ve killed two-hundred and fifty-four by my last count. Plus about five hundred men, a few dozen giant spiders, and at least two demons.
Anders: It’s not the same.
Varric: Why? Because this one you feel bad about? Maybe that’s the problem.