Solas shakes his head, a mute denial, an echo of a joke shared among brothers. But it's pointless: it did hurt. It hurt probably more than anything else had, since the death of Mythal, to reckon with the personhood of mortal elves.

"Yes, it did," He admits, with teeth living in every consonant.

It hurt too, to admit it. That he had been, not merely wrong, but so wrong, and so fundamentally, and so passionately that... He had willingly done the unforgivable. Again.

"What will you do?"