Northstar Vale this is exactly what kojima envisioned

"Would you think it to be fate?"  were the inquiring tones. For all that Andraste had wrought in her new living and had believed thus far  (the sunlashing, the love in the tending, this misted path),  her own views of such a claim was as murk as oil within waterpaint, at best. To be struck down ever further into the earth with a stamp from the heavens; to be romanced, despite all she had chosen to thus leave behind, to do — it all could not merely be without some occult element. And yet: should she even ponder such things? Must she make another do the same?  "Many views look to be ... understandably myriad."