The cats scatter as soon as he leaps into the alley, yowling in fright. Leaving Cole there alone in the middle of it all, most of the bread uneaten. They're gone and they might not be back for a while, and they might go hungry in the meanwhile. Cole rises to his feet, and he's angry.

He's angry more often these days, ever since he felt himself becoming more human. Shedding the trappings of being a detached spirit. He wants to hit people more often. Varric was helping him with that, guiding him gently through the process of being human and hurting like one.

"Why did you do that?" he demands, as the last of the cats run for their lives. "They'll go hungry now. I was helping them!"