Bethany's dialogue contains a list of conversations she shares with her companions.
Bethany and Hawke
During the quest The First Sacrifice, when saying you're interested in Jethann's services)
- Bethany: Maker's breath! Can't you... do this when I'm not around?
- Hawke: Run along and play, Bethany.
- Bethany: This is not why we came to Kirkwall!
When saying you're interested in Jethann's services, but refuse after Bethany's complaint
- Hawke: Fine. I'll do this some other day.
- Bethany: It's too late. The images are already in my mind and they will never, ever go away.
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When giving the bones you found during The First Sacrifice to Emeric
- Hawke: Recognize your mage?
- Bethany: You're horrible!
Bethany and Anders
- Bethany: So, you were in the Circle and ran away. I don't know if I'd be brave enough to do that.
- Anders: You've been an apostate your whole life.
- Bethany: Exactly. It was never anything I had to work for.
- Bethany: Other people always took the risks, to keep me free.
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- Anders: Where did you learn your magic? I mean, you know my feelings on the Circle, but usually it's the only decent training a mage can get.
- Bethany: My father taught me. He was in the Circle once, trained there. But he got away.
- Anders: You don't know how lucky you were, to have someone who loved you and could help you. Most mages would kill for that.
- Bethany: You remind me of him.
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- Anders: The Rite of Tranquility is the whole problem. If they didn't have that to hold over us, we'd have so many more options.
- Bethany: Right! If we want to fight back... or just engage in intelligent debate... they make sure we can't do it.
- Anders: They're forcing our hands. There's no way to change things peacefully.
- Bethany: There must be something.
- Anders: If it's Tranquility or death, we have no choice but to make every confrontation a life-or-death struggle.
- Bethany: I know, but... there are good people in the Circle, the Chantry. There has to be a way to reason with them.
- Anders: Not if they take away your ability to reason.
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- Bethany: I know it didn't work the way you wanted, but... it was brave, what you did with Justice.
- Anders: It was meant well. I don't know if that's enough to forgive me.
- Bethany: It must have been hard for him, being trapped outside the Fade. In a place where no one's like him.
- Bethany: I bet he appreciated having a friend.
- Anders: He did.
Bethany and Aveline
- Bethany: Was Wesley based out of the Lothering chantry? I don't remember seeing him there.
- Aveline: He served elsewhere. He was coming to find me at Ostagar.
- Aveline: Were you familiar with every templar in Lothering?
- Bethany: How else was I supposed to know when to run and hide?
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- Bethany: Being a guardsman seems like a better life than being a soldier.
- Aveline: Oh?
- Bethany: My brother was a soldier. It's all about taking land and serving some king you've never met.
- Bethany: Guardsmen, they do something real. They protect people. They make their lives better.
- Aveline: I don't know if I agree.
- Bethany: Neither would my brother.
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- Bethany: How come you and Wesley never had children? I mean, sorry if that's too personal -
- Aveline: It's all right.
- Aveline: I was a soldier and he was a templar. We knew that our personal lives would have to wait.
- Aveline: Distance never mattered, but we ran out of time. It is what it is.
- Bethany: Now that he's gone, do you ever wish -
- Aveline: That's too personal.
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- Aveline: You show admirable restraint, Bethany.
- Bethany: For a mage, you mean.
- Aveline: I could also say, "for a Hawke," but yes, for a mage.
- Bethany: You have a sword. Why aren't you killing someone right now?
- Aveline: Fair point, but I can put my sword down.
- Bethany: Believe me, I have tried.
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- Aveline: I'm sorry I couldn't get you more information about the Circle, Bethany. It's difficult without naming you.
- Bethany: Thank you for being discreet. I don't want the templars at my door.
- Aveline: No one does.
- Bethany: Let them corral the troublemakers. I just want information.
- Aveline: Right. Right.
- Bethany: It sounds like I'm trying to convince myself, doesn't it?
- Aveline: I wouldn't have said. But yes.
Bethany and Fenris
- Fenris: You've been an apostate your whole life, then?
- Bethany: Like my father before me. What of it?
- Fenris: Didn't your family consider that dangerous?
- Bethany: There are mages who go their whole lives without ever falling prey to a demon. Many of them, in fact.
- Fenris: And if the templars came looking for you? That would not be danger enough?
- Bethany: Perhaps there shouldn't be any templars.
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- Fenris: You know, you cannot wish the templars away.
- Bethany: I can try.
- Fenris: Is the Circle here truly so terrible an option?
- Bethany: Do you really have to ask that?
- Fenris: You would be kept safe from others as well as yourself, and they would be kept safe from you.
- Bethany: I... didn't ask for this.
- Fenris: Nobody asks for their fate.
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- Bethany: Do you ever miss Tevinter?
- Fenris: I was a slave.
- Bethany: Still, it was your home, right? The only one you remember?
- Bethany: Does it ever feel strange not to be there?
- Fenris: Sometimes. That does not mean I would go back.
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- Bethany: So, the magister put lyrium in your skin?
- Fenris: So I'm told.
- Bethany: Does it hurt?
- Fenris: You do not want to know the answer to that.
Bethany and Isabela
- Bethany: What were you before you were a pirate?
- Isabela: I had a husband. He didn’t beat me, that’s about the best I can say about it.
- Bethany: So you left him?
- Isabela: He was murdered. By my lover. It was all very... Antivan.
- Bethany: Oh. I don’t think I’d like to live in Antiva.
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- Bethany: So you've... been with women. In bed?
- Isabela: I know. Shocking, isn't it?
- Isabela: You see, sweetness, men are only good for one thing. Women are good for six.
- Bethany: Six? Which six?
- Hawke: Isabela!
- Isabela: (Laughs)
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- Bethany: I guess you've been with a lot of men.
- Isabela: Men. Women. Elves. A dwarf in drag once, but I don't recommend that.
- Bethany: Oh.
- Isabela: Aw... you're blushing! Why? How many lovers have you had?
- Bethany: I-I never—
- Isabela: You're a virgin? Hawke, you've been holding out on the poor girl! Get her a night at the Blooming Rose. On me!
- Bethany: That's, um, very generous.
- Isabela: I'm a giver.
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- Bethany: That book you were reading this morning, "Hesserian's Spear"— I don't think he had a spear in the legends.
- Isabela: He does in this one. Read the description.
- Bethany: "Andraste knelt before no man but her Maker, but she hadn't counted on the archon Hesserian."
- Bethany: "Can Hesserian penetrate the tight-knit defenses of the warrior-prophetess? Will she be prepared to face the full blast of his... power?"
- Bethany: Wait a minute... Isabela! This is a vulgar thing!
- Isabela: You want to borrow it?
- Bethany: No!
- Isabela: You sure? It has pictures!
- Bethany: Not listening! I'm not listening!
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When entering the barracks in Viscount's Keep
- Isabela: Coming here of my own free will feels wrong... like diddling a sister.
- Bethany: Why? Why do you say these things?
Bethany and Merrill
- Bethany: So, there's no Circle among the Dalish?
- Merrill: Any child with the gift of magic is apprenticed to a Keeper... in another clan if there's no need in her own.
- Bethany: That sounds nice.
- Merrill: Magic is a gift of the Creators. Why wouldn't we use it?
- Merrill: It just seems... wasteful for humans to lock their mages away where they can't do any good.
If Fenris is in the party
- Fenris: Of course, you're a blood mage.
- Bethany: Oh. Right.
Otherwise
- Bethany: But... you are a blood mage.
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- Bethany: So, is the Keeper... your mother?
- Merrill: I left my clan when I was a child to become Marethari's First.
- Merrill: I haven't seen my parents in more than ten years.
- Bethany: I'm so sorry! My father died in the Blight. You must really miss them.
- Merrill: I remember my mother singing to me, when I was a little girl and I'd get sick. I think that's what I miss the most.
- Merrill: The Keeper has a terrible singing voice.
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- Merrill: You're so lucky.
- Bethany: How do you figure?
- Merrill: I wish I had a brother/sister and a mother and an uncle.
- Merrill: It must be wonderful. You'd never be alone!
- Bethany: It is wonderful. Although it might be better without Uncle Gamlen.
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- Merrill: If you could do anything - just anything at all - what would you do?
- Bethany: That's easy. Be normal. No magic, just... normal.
- Merrill: Really? You wouldn't fly across Thedas or eat a cake the size of Kirkwall? Keep a baby griffon for a pet?
- Bethany: Well, now that you say it, the griffon might not be so bad.
- Merrill: I'd name mine "Feathers."
Bethany and Varric
- Bethany: You don't seem to like your brother very much.
- Varric: And here I thought it took blood magic to read minds.
- Bethany: I had a twin brother, Carver. He used to nail my braid to the bed while I was sleeping.
- Bethany: I never thought I'd miss him this much.
- Varric: Sorry about your brother.
- Varric: Hey, you want mine? I've got a spare...
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- Bethany: Do you ever wish you lived in Orzammar?
- Varric: Great Ancestors, no! You know what Orzammar is?
- Varric: It's cramped tunnels, filled with nug-shit and body-odor.
- Varric: And every person there thinks he's better than you because his great-great-great grandfather made a water-clock or something.
- Bethany: But they're your people. Don't you even wonder what it would be like?
- Varric: I have a good imagination. Why would I waste it on that?
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- Bethany: Are you really not afraid of apostates? Not even a little?
- Varric: Sunshine, I'm a dwarf. In case you missed that detail.
- Bethany: Dwarves aren't completely immune to magic, you know.
- Varric: No, no, no! I meant there are at least thirty people in this town who'd murder my family over trade deals.
- Varric: Who has time to worry about apostates with a Merchant's Guild breathing down your neck?
- Bethany: In that case... I see.
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- Bethany: Your family used to be noble, right?
- Varric: By some definition of the term.
- Bethany: Do you ever wonder what your life would have been like, if you were still nobles?
- Varric: Sunshine, nobility is just an expensive lifestyle. I've already got one of those.
- Bethany: Nobles have power, too. And responsibilities.
- Varric: Estates, servants, investments, mercenaries, assassins? We've still got all those things.
- Varric: It's sunnier here, and nobody calls me my lord. I think I can live with that.
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Only if Birthright has been completed:
- Varric: So... Milady Sunshine, what's your first act of noblewoman going to be?
- Bethany: A noblewoman with no fortune and no title? Looking for work, probably.
- Varric: Practicality is for peasants, my lady. You need to do something frivolous to celebrate your birthright.
- Bethany: Such as...?
- Varric: Come up to the Hightown Market and complain bitterly that there's no Orlesian silk that matches your eyes.
- Bethany: But what if something does match my eyes? What will I do, then?
- Varric: Insist that they're blatantly copying you, and demand royalties. A good noble always has a complaint ready, Sunshine.