[As if Elgar'nan would ever sit down beside a simply campfire and share a meal. Arrogant ass. But it's an amusingly bizarre idea: his height, and the strange armor he favored, squatting down on the bare ground next to Dalish children and ink-faced old men.]
You know them better. The Dalish. I... regret my arrogance, towards them, no less than you. I suppose that's fate, that the punishment for our lack of perspective is to love someone for whom those we once derided, are so cherished.
[ He regrets a few things. Maybe several things. But nothing quite so much right now as he regrets hurting Beleth, for whom he'd let a new Dalish Keeper inform him he's mistaken about his own life and a fool for it every day for the rest of eternity. He'd say of course, hahren every time, if she asked. ]
I stole a few of those Fen'Harel statues. There's a row of them now next to a little waterfall in the foothills, unless someone came along behind me and stole them from there.
If I am ever able to go, you should take me there.
[It is those small places of secret knowledge that delight Solas the most, after all. But their work is in the Fade and to the other side is where Solas is bound— until the Blight is soothed and the Veil steadied and the mortals aged enough past their anger to forgive him.
Or to have died in the meanwhile, he supposes.]
Goodnight, ma'nehn. If you have need of me, dream on that. I will be here.
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[As if Elgar'nan would ever sit down beside a simply campfire and share a meal. Arrogant ass. But it's an amusingly bizarre idea: his height, and the strange armor he favored, squatting down on the bare ground next to Dalish children and ink-faced old men.]
You know them better. The Dalish. I... regret my arrogance, towards them, no less than you. I suppose that's fate, that the punishment for our lack of perspective is to love someone for whom those we once derided, are so cherished.
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[ He regrets a few things. Maybe several things. But nothing quite so much right now as he regrets hurting Beleth, for whom he'd let a new Dalish Keeper inform him he's mistaken about his own life and a fool for it every day for the rest of eternity. He'd say of course, hahren every time, if she asked. ]
I stole a few of those Fen'Harel statues. There's a row of them now next to a little waterfall in the foothills, unless someone came along behind me and stole them from there.
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[It is those small places of secret knowledge that delight Solas the most, after all. But their work is in the Fade and to the other side is where Solas is bound— until the Blight is soothed and the Veil steadied and the mortals aged enough past their anger to forgive him.
Or to have died in the meanwhile, he supposes.]
Goodnight, ma'nehn. If you have need of me, dream on that. I will be here.
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[ If they get to talk as though saving him from a sealed fate is certain, he gets to do the same thing. ]
Ma serannas, fenor, and try not to mope. She will be home soon.