Loghain smirks at her deadpan response, appreciating it as much as he ever had any of the Hero of Ferelden's barbs. Snark is something he can understand, respect, and return. He never was one to buckle under a verbal spike.

It's not an entirely unfamiliar story. The Blight changed everything for so many of them. For Loghain as much as the common person. He had given the order to retreat, to save his own army and as many as he could rather than let them all die in some stupid boy's fantasy. Yet he had been condemned for it. Who is he to judge this one for doing something far too similar?

"And you're having trouble deciding how to feel about it?" he asks after a moment. It's understandable, really. Her moral code has always been more upright than his. Likely for the best.