Solas' face is placid, a mask of smooth stone, grown only colder when Felassan says I was his friend. He looks away— not completely, of course, but so that he will not be able, quite, to see his expression as he says it, pretending to be watching for Beleth's reaction. But that only makes the surprise of the correction come more visibly when he looks up in shock. His friend, even now? Even here, after all that had— even now?
It makes only a child's sense. Wanting it to be so cannot make him worth forgiving; even now he is plotting against them, conspiring to bring the veil down around their ears, and...
Each time he thinks he has a grasp on the emotions of the moment, some new revelation comes; he is still contemplating the ramifications of forgiveness when Beleth tells them of the Veilguard's treachery. He is yet reeling from being mocked like a proper friend might be, when Beleth declares her intent to follow him into an eternal imprisonment.
"You are both impossible," He says, quietly, feeling shocked and superfluous. Allowing Lavellan and Felassan to meet had been a terrible error of judgement.
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It makes only a child's sense. Wanting it to be so cannot make him worth forgiving; even now he is plotting against them, conspiring to bring the veil down around their ears, and...
Each time he thinks he has a grasp on the emotions of the moment, some new revelation comes; he is still contemplating the ramifications of forgiveness when Beleth tells them of the Veilguard's treachery. He is yet reeling from being mocked like a proper friend might be, when Beleth declares her intent to follow him into an eternal imprisonment.
"You are both impossible," He says, quietly, feeling shocked and superfluous. Allowing Lavellan and Felassan to meet had been a terrible error of judgement.