"The Chantry preaches that because we mages have such awesome power at our fingertips, then the situation is about even. We're dangerous, they say, and thus we're on equal footing with the Templars. We can light villages on fire, and thus we need to be kept under lock and key, for the protection of all."

He watched the bodies burn. It wouldn't be long now before they were both ash.

Glancing at Altair, he noted the discomfort in his body language. "You don't have to stand here."