If you don't care, then what's the purpose of the anger to begin with? Then it's purposeless. Destroying yourself for nothing.

[ nodding, quietly. ]

I had watched every other avenue fail, every other escape route burn. I started losing ... time. Days. The clinic had fallen apart, everyone was planning to leave Kirkwall - to give up on it. On us. Every mage in the Gallows Circle another sacrifice on the pyre of Andraste. It was the only thing that mattered anymore. Vengeance. Making them pay. Once I'd destroyed the Chantry, no one even argued to keep me alive. I wasn't anything but a deranged monster by then.