If he'd gone to Kirkwall, Varric would him packed him up and sent him anywhere else in the world.

Cole wandered for a few moments, fingers trailing along the ranks of books to pick up fleeting impressions and lingering emotions and thoughts. He considered the question, picking his own feelings and thoughts out from those around him.

Other people felt safe here. They felt things he didn't quite know, good things, but unfamiliar. Hope? Maybe Hope.

"Yes. I feel safe here. You'll protect me. From the Venatori. And from him."