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Alistair: So you... mentioned you had a son? What happened to him? Wynne: I honestly don't know, Alistair. He was... taken from me. Such births are seldom, as there are ways to prevent it, but it does happen. And any child born to a Circle mage belongs to the Chantry. Alistair: I... didn't know. I'm sorry. Wynne: It's all right. It was a long time ago. A very long time ago. Alistair: Couldn't you do something about it? Wynne: Do what? I was weak from the birthing process and there were... no, there was nothing I could do. Alistair: Do you think about him? Wynne: All the time.

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Alistair: Wynne? Wynne: Yes, Alistair? Alistair: My shirt has a hole in it. Wynne: I see. And? Alistair: Can you mend it? When we get back to camp? Wynne: Can't you mend your own clothes? Why do I have to do it? Alistair: Sometimes I pick up too much fabric and it ends up all puckered and the entire garment hangs wrong afterward. And you're... you know, grandmotherly. Grandmothers do that sort of thing, don't they? Darning socks and whatnot. You don't want me to have to fight darkspawn in a shirt with a hole, do you? It might get bigger. I might catch a cold. Wynne: Oh, all right. I'll mend your shirt the next time we set up camp. Alistair: Ooh! And while you're at it, the elbows kind of need patching too... Wynne: Careful, young man, or puckered garments may be the least of your problems.

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Alistair: Soooo, what would you do if someone told you that they loved you? Wynne: Check their eyesight first, perhaps. Is this someone I should know about? Alistair: No. I mean, pretend you're a woman... Wynne: I am a woman, Alistair. That shouldn't be too hard, but I'll give it a try. Alistair: Ahhh, that's... not what I meant. Just... pretend you're another woman. And someone told you that they loved you. How would you react? Wynne: Well, that depends. Does this someone just blurt it out? Do I love them back? I need context. Alistair: I... I don't know if you love them back. Maybe you do. You've... spent a lot of time with this person. Wynne: Perhaps you need to wait for the right moment? You could get her alone in camp, give her a gift perhaps. Alistair: Oh, I wasn't talking about me... just... forget I said anything. Wynne: (Chuckles) As you wish.

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Wynne: What's the matter, Alistair? Alistair: I don't know. It just feels wrong to find this here, pawed over by darkspawn and thick with their rot. It was his. Wynne: I know, I feel it too. But he is not the first king to ever fall in battle or ever the first to fall to the darkspawn. Alistair: Yes but this wound cuts deeper. Wynne: And it will bleed longer. But we must keep moving; no doubt the darkspawn are eager to give us plenty more reasons to mourn.

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Alistair: So I suppose once I'm actually king I could end up in negotiations with the Qunari one day. Sten: My people do not negotiate. Alistair: What do you mean? They negotiated a peace treaty after the war, and as far as I know they've kept to its terms. Sten: They signed a piece of paper. But only because they knew that you believed in it. Alistair: And what is the difference between that and negotiating? Sten: They stopped fighting for their own reasons. And they will resume it again, one day. The agreement means nothing to them. Alistair: But I thought you said your people believed in honor. Sten: They do. The honor of the Qunari is what will bring our warships back to your shores.

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Alistair: There it is, the last of them. Wynne: (sigh) It has been a long day. By the lines around your eyes I dare say you look as old as I. Alistair: And if I may say so, milady, you appear to be getting younger by the day. Wynne: Be careful who you flirt with, young man. (chuckle) When you wake up beside me tomorrow morning I'll be back to reminding you of your grandmother. Alistair: Beside you? Wynne: You heard what I said. It would not be the first time I woke to a younger man in my bed. Alistair: Are all women this evil and conniving when they grow old? Wynne: Just me, my dear. (chuckle) Just me.

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Sten: Draw your weapon. Alistair: Are you talking to me? Sten: Your weapon. Draw it. Alistair: Why? Are we under attack? Sten: I want to see what you can do. Alistair: You want to fight me? Just like that? Sten: You are a Grey Warden. How are you going to face an archdemon if you cannot face me? Alistair: It is a mystery, I'll admit. Sten: I should let your weakness damn us all? Draw your sword. I'll try not to injure you permanently. Alistair: I don't have to prove anything to you. Forget it. Sten: So you do have a spine. Pity you don't use it.

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Wynne: I think you make her very happy. Alistair: Not this again. I'm ready this time. Wynne: I just wanted to say that this was something good, for both of you. Being a Grey Warden isn't easy. I'm glad you found each other. Alistair: Oh, yes, I bet you are, indeed. Wynne: Cherish this. It may not last. Alistair: And? Wynne: That's all I had to say. Alistair: Really? No pinching my cheeks? No making me blush? Wynne: Of course not. I like you, Alistair. You deserve to be happy. Alistair: Not even pinching my cheeks a little?

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Wynne: Did you speak often with Cailan? Alistair: You're asking me if I have a relationship with my "brother", aren't you? Wynne: Yes. I wonder what he thought of you. Alistair: I don't think he cared much about my existence. I didn't mean anything to him. Anyway, to answer your original question, no, we never spoke. Well, maybe once. Maric and Cailan had come to Redcliffe to visit the arl. I was very young then. We were introduced. I believe I said, "Greetings, your Highness." He said, "Ooh! Swords!" and ran off to the armory. So, yes, that was the extent of our relationship. We drifted apart after that. Very sad.

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Alistair: So it's true! He had convinced the forces of Orlais to ally against the darkspawn. Wynne: Empress Celene was merely awaiting his response! Alistair: A response that never came and now never will, thanks to Loghain's treachery. Wynne: Never is a long time, Alistair. Give it time and let cooler heads prevail. There will be peace between us yet. Alistair: Well I hope you live to see it, Wynne. Wynne: And I hope the darkspawn don't.

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Alistair: Hmmm... I spy with my little eye, something that begins with... "G." Sten: Is it a Grey Warden? Is it, in fact, you? Alistair: Oooh. You're really good at this. Sten: (Sigh)

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Alistair: You know, you never did tell me how you passed the time in that cage for so long. Sten: No, I didn't. Alistair: So... what did you do in there? Sten: A training exercise. I would observe an object and then try to think of all the words in your language which began with the same letter as its name. Alistair: That... wait. Just wait. You're joking again, aren't you? Sten: No. Alistair: You are not telling me that you played, "I Spy," against yourself for twenty days. Sten: There are a lot of things in Lothering that begin with, "G."

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Alistair: So you know about him and Morrigan, right? You've heard? Wynne: I think I know what are you talking about, yes. Alistair: And you agree with it? You don't think that it's... dangerous? Wynne: Dangerous for whom? Her? Or him? Alistair: Anyone. She's maleficar... and rotten to the core. How can he even... this can't be a good idea. She can't be a good influence on him. Wynne: I will admit that the thought did cross my mind, several times. But look at it another way... Wynne: Perhaps he will be a good influence on her. Alistair: You know, you are just too understanding about stuff like this. Can't you be more judgmental? I'm trying to rant, here. Wynne: Oh, I'm sorry. You go ahead and rant, dear, and I'll just nod my head if you like.

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Alistair: Ow. Wynne: What? Stop fussing with it. You'll make it worse. Alistair: It itches. Wynne: Yes, it's healing. Don't touch it. Alistair: But it's distracting. Can I rub it through the bandage? That's not really scratching. Wynne: Alistair, if you open that wound up, I'm not going to heal it again. You can just treat it yourself. And if it festers, weeping bloody pus and burns like the flames of Andraste's pyre, don't come to me. All I'm going to say is: "Alistair, didn't I tell you not to touch it?" Alistair: It won't really fester, will it? Wynne: Why don't you try scratching and see? Alistair: I... uh, I guess it doesn't itch so much now.

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Alistair: You know, of all the mages I've met you have to be the first one I can honestly say I've really liked. Wynne: Why thank you, Alistair. I am quite touched. I like you, too, Alistair. I imagine my son would have grown up to be someone like you. Alistair: Your son? I thought you said you were never married? Wynne: That's true. I never have been. Alistair: I... oh. Then this wasn't... before you joined the circle? Wynne: I joined the Circle at the age of nine. So, no. Do you still like me? Alistair: Err... yes? Why wouldn't I? Wynne: Good. It appears you got away from the Chantry just in time.

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Wynne: Alistair, what's this? Alistair: It's a sock? Wynne: It's a filthy sock. How did it find its way to my bedroll? Alistair: Maybe it likes you? Socks are sneaky like that. Anyway, it's not mine. Wynne: It has your name stitched on it. Alistair: Oh. Ha, ha. Ha. Part of templar training, back at the Chantry. The men were... always getting their socks mixed up. Anyway, uh, sorry about that. I'll take it from you right now. One of my socks is feeling a little damp anyway. A change would be nice. Wynne: You're going to put it on? It's filthy! Alistair: And dry. We're not exactly traveling in the lap of luxury here. Wynne: What hideous habits you've picked up.

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Wynne: Alistair, may I have a word? Alistair: Of course, anything for my favouritest mage ever. ("second favorite mage" if player controls a mage character during the dialogue. It can be heard even if the Warden isn't a mage herself) Wynne: It seems you and our fearless leader are inseparable these days. Joined at the hip, almost. Alistair: That's a bit of an overstatement, don't you think? Wynne: Well then, now that you're in an intimate relationship, you should learn about where babies really come from. Alistair: Pardon? Wynne: I know the Chantry says you dream about your babies and the good Fade spirits take them out of the Fade and leave them in your arms...but that's not true. Actually what happens is that when a girl and a boy really love each other -- Alistair: Andraste's flaming sword! I know where babies come from! Wynne: Do you? Do you really? Alistair: I certainly hope so. Wynne: Oh, all right then. Aww, look, you're all red and mottled. How cute. Alistair: You did that on purpose! Wynne: Now, now Alistair, why would I do such a thing? Alistair: Because you're wicked. That frail old lady act? I'm so not fooled. I'm on to you now.