Cogito, ergo sum

Though the outpour of magic flung her books off of the shelves, it did not physically move Morrigan. Told you that'd work. Always use their weak points. She remembered her mother doing similar; though it had been a pet that Flemeth had killed to prove a point. She moved to shove one of the girls' duplicates. Your father's dead, Asha'bellanar. Nothing you, nor I, do about it is going to change that fact. The girl had had an entire childhood where Loghain raised her to be the weak-willed brat that stood before Morrigan today.

Pathetic.

Morrigan eventually came to stand before Asha once more, brown eyes staring down at her for a moment. If you think there is someone else out there, who can teach you, you're welcome to leave. She leaned down to her daughter's height, eye-level with her. But if you choose to leave, Asha, you leave your family behind. It hurt to say; on some level she knew this was her daughter, Loghain's baby girl. But... the girl frustrated and infuriated her, Morrigan had never had the patience for tantrums and fits. Even with more age to her, the girl was still a brat.

If she were her mother, she'd simply kill whomever the child cared about the most. Unfortunately, she'd already done that.