Solas opens his mouth when she proclaims the death of Elgar'nan. Impossible, Rook should have been trapped in the Fade, after what happened. If Solas is here, then that is one thing, but for anyone, particularly a mortal, *particularly* that come-lately da'len who never had a plan for anything beyond complaints and petty jokes...
But she would not lie. Somehow, it had come to pass, then; he shuts his mouth.
The Archdemon at least, makes more sense. After Weisshaupt, the last of the living Evanuris would grow more cautious, naturally. It would take a truly unprecedented power to defeat that monster, and Solas knew his own strength equal to the task.
One you heeded unlike any other.
"Mythal," He says, the name pulled out of him as unwilling as a groan of pain, "Of course."
He cannot even ask how, his mind racing in circles, brow furrowed. He has forgotten his mask of indifference entirely, nor to guard from her nearness. Flemeth? No, she was dead. Morrigan had not even a fragment of her mother's mighty spirit, gifted with memory alone, not enough to matter, by Lavellan's own admission. Then what?
"I would have offered anything, to secure aid, to kill Elgar'nan: when he dies, the veil will fall. And after..." Does she not know that it will kill her if it is allowed to continue? How can she not know? How can she not care? "Ah."
They would want for another anchor, another living god's blood to hold up that terrible wall.
"I can only guess at what was said, to secure my cooperation," He says, seeing now the entire scheme, all their hopes and intentions. It is a cooperation that he has no memory of giving, nor can truly believe he would have. It is no less than he deserves, but it is still an agony: that she would desire death, rather than the world he would have given her, "I understand now, your confusion, Vhenan. I am sorry, to have startled you— I have no memory of any of this. My last action before arriving here was to exchange places with Rook, and step free of the Evanuris' fade-prison."
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But she would not lie. Somehow, it had come to pass, then; he shuts his mouth.
The Archdemon at least, makes more sense. After Weisshaupt, the last of the living Evanuris would grow more cautious, naturally. It would take a truly unprecedented power to defeat that monster, and Solas knew his own strength equal to the task.
One you heeded unlike any other.
"Mythal," He says, the name pulled out of him as unwilling as a groan of pain, "Of course."
He cannot even ask how, his mind racing in circles, brow furrowed. He has forgotten his mask of indifference entirely, nor to guard from her nearness. Flemeth? No, she was dead. Morrigan had not even a fragment of her mother's mighty spirit, gifted with memory alone, not enough to matter, by Lavellan's own admission. Then what?
"I would have offered anything, to secure aid, to kill Elgar'nan: when he dies, the veil will fall. And after..." Does she not know that it will kill her if it is allowed to continue? How can she not know? How can she not care? "Ah."
They would want for another anchor, another living god's blood to hold up that terrible wall.
"I can only guess at what was said, to secure my cooperation," He says, seeing now the entire scheme, all their hopes and intentions. It is a cooperation that he has no memory of giving, nor can truly believe he would have. It is no less than he deserves, but it is still an agony: that she would desire death, rather than the world he would have given her, "I understand now, your confusion, Vhenan. I am sorry, to have startled you— I have no memory of any of this. My last action before arriving here was to exchange places with Rook, and step free of the Evanuris' fade-prison."