Solas: The fact that I, an apostate, have not been enslaved by demons must be quite vexing, enchanter.
Vivienne: Not at all, darling. You clearly have an exceptional gift for the Fade.
Solas: You flatter me.
Vivienne: I am far more surprised you haven't been murdered by terrified villagers wielding pitchforks.
Solas: Yes, packing all the mages into towers and threatening them with templars certainly kept them safe.
Vivienne: It did. Until a rogue apostate destroyed Kirkwall's chantry and started a fight most mages did not want.
Solas: Your Circle was a tightly-clamped lid on a boiling pot. It held for a while, and unless you looked inside it all seemed fine. Then everyone feigned surprise when it finally burst.
Vivienne: So, apostate, if the Circle is such a failure, what would be your solution? Would you have your fellow mages live among the people - unguarded, unwatched?
Solas: Yes.
Vivienne: And when they became possessed, or used their powers to harm?
Solas: I would kill them. Magic is more elegant than a blade or a bow. But a murderer remains a murderer.
Vivienne: So you alone would pass judgement, repay murder with murder? Or do we open this up to mobs and vigilantes? If you're going to dispense justice upon violent mages yourself, you'll need eternal life and omniscience. If only there were individuals dedicated to finding and eliminating such criminals...perhaps they might help.
Solas: I am certain they would...until black and white distinctions perverted their simple minds. Do enjoy this time, enchanter. You may miss your freedom once you lock yourself back up in some tower.
Vivienne: Imprisonment is largely a matter of who holds the keys.
Solas: You so often come out on top. You play the political games brilliantly.
Vivienne: A compliment...although you speak it as a curse.
Solas: You could use those skills to improve the lives of your fellow mages. Instead, you have done nothing save consolidate your own power.
Vivienne: What if keeping my power might in fact improve the lives of my fellow mages?
Solas: You honestly believe the world is better off with you setting its course?
Vivienne: I need not be in the spotlight. But after watching others try and fail, why should I not have a turn?
Solas: Then, enchanter, I leave you with the greatest curse of my people. Dirthara-ma.
Vivienne: What rustic elven curse is that, apostate?
Solas: "May you learn."