"No, it--" The answer is reflexive, because he knows what Myr means by the question, in spirit. Of all the agents of the Inquisition, all the templars that have passed through the Gallows since the war began, Cade's the one who's been labeled the most likely to be dangerous to others and muzzled accordingly. And Simon knows, in an uncomfortable abstract sort of way, that the idea of a friend becoming a danger to others is one that Myr has always been far, far more obligated to take seriously than any non-mage ever has.

He can't actually, truthfully finish that sentence. He needs at least to clarify.

"Not to others. To himself, was the concern. That was the crux of it. I thought it would do him more good in the long run if I kept his confidence. Ser Coupe disagreed, and she's the one makes the rules." She's back to meriting the 'ser' again; he can't forgo it for long, especially not when finally and grudgingly giving an account that makes her seem more reasonable than he's been painting her thus far.

"I thought if I gave him good reason to trust me, it'd be easier to help him. I'm the only one in Kirkwall that doesn't come easy to, it seems. I don't know why she set me to be the one to do it. I'm the only one he ever does tell to fuck off, though not in so many words--but close enough."