"You cannot," He says, low and fervent, nearly a growl. Solas isn't even sure she could hear him, those several steps away. How? How can she had followed him here? How can she have known...
...But then she has always known. Brilliant and wise beyond all of his plans, contravening every expectation, she has always dogged his path with that same resolute determination: a wolf in her own right. He forgets, he sees her mask, and like so many he mistakes the flame-quick shadow of her for reality. But she was so much brighter, undeniably real.
That was the heart of the problem, after all.
"I thought I had escaped my prison. But I did not come to this place of my own volition," He is calm now, or trying to be. He folds his arms behind his back and composes his words carefully. She is... thinner, there is a new scar, faint at the collar of her shirt, though it will heal cleanly, he thinks. Her eyes are calm, but hunted, haunted. Something in him is not what she expected to see? "Even so, I must return. You know this. There is too much left undone."
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...But then she has always known. Brilliant and wise beyond all of his plans, contravening every expectation, she has always dogged his path with that same resolute determination: a wolf in her own right. He forgets, he sees her mask, and like so many he mistakes the flame-quick shadow of her for reality. But she was so much brighter, undeniably real.
That was the heart of the problem, after all.
"I thought I had escaped my prison. But I did not come to this place of my own volition," He is calm now, or trying to be. He folds his arms behind his back and composes his words carefully. She is... thinner, there is a new scar, faint at the collar of her shirt, though it will heal cleanly, he thinks. Her eyes are calm, but hunted, haunted. Something in him is not what she expected to see? "Even so, I must return. You know this. There is too much left undone."