[For a moment, Varric released her, though only long enough for him to take her hand. Gingerly tugging on her arm, he led her to the bed, a far more comfortable location for both crying and comforting.]

I can't say I understand his game. But I understand her... [He sighed.] It was wrong. But if 27 of us had to die for a million... I couldn't bring myself to vote for her. I almost wanted her to get away with it.

[Now, the guilt of his actions hit him in full. Regardless of how Vanille felt about the situation, or what she might have wanted to do, he regretted risking her life for even a second.]