It was, to be honest, the kind of news she'd expected. But that it was Harding and Neve--the first two people to be at her side in the Lighthouse--that hurt more than she'd anticipated. She closed her eyes for a moment, inhaled deeply and exhaled around the splinters in her chest, her fingers unconsciously tightening around Lucanis's hand before relaxing again. "It's not on you, Lucanis," she murmured, opening her eyes to stare down into her half finished tankard of ale. She had, she assumed, made the calls that lead to it all. If it was on anyone--other than the gods and Solas--it was hers to bear. "We all knew. What it could cost us to save the world. But...dammit."