"Hardly?" Red looks wounded. "I better up my game, obviously."

More seriously, earnestly, she nods. "The... uh, God. The Tranquil, right? I spoke to Anders about them a little." Severed souls, or something, and there's a raw kind of empathy and sadness that rolls off her as she looks at the sketch. To lose yourself like that... but at the same time, to no longer be a danger. To no longer feel the horrors or what you've done.

Part of her thinks it'd be a relief.
"I can definitely do all that. I was thinking I'd try the Fallow Mire. You know, 'cause everyone who mentions it sounds so happy they went there."