Solas feels like a rabbit in frozen torpor, caught out in the open where all the world, and Rook, can see. He knows, he's seen those memories. Of course he had. Of course. Why would one Rook snoop about, and the other not?

It is a terrible intimacy, to be known utterly, and yet to know someone else not at all. For a moment or two the impulse rises in him, vicious and blind, to strike Kion dead, turn him to stone right here and now—

...he lets go of the impulse, but only just.

"Better here than anywhere else," He says, a dark admission, even for him and, turning, fairly flees from Kion's presence.