Solas cocks his head slightly an acknowledgement of the blow rightly-aimed: if she would prefer not to impose on a guest, it seems pointed that she would indeed impose upon him. Implicit in Felassan's recital, too, is permission: if he is mentioning wolf-taming and old battles against the Evanuris, then that is blessing enough to speak of deeper secrets. He wonders if Felassan would have lied, even now, to cover for Solas' faults.

"Very well. Felassan was one of my closest and most trusted agents. In dreams of waking I made contact, and he worked my will upon the world before I had truly recovered. His particular task was the most vital of all; to secure the Eluvian Network," Which, he knew, she would connect to Orlais, to Briala, and indeed still further. As the crossroads connected each mirror, so too did it connect past to future, even as far as the Veilguard, "Which he did not."

And so Briala took nominal use of the Eluvians, and Felassan took a somewhat more direct weapon, in a more direct manner. But he knows that the end of the story will be obvious to her; with great effort, Solas keeps his voice steady.

"After millennia of plans in motion, we had come at the eleventh hour to disagree on the nature of the world, and the fate of the Veil. If there is tension between us, it is only to be expected, and there is only myself to blame."

As usual.