"What?" — his voice faltered, unexpectedly even to himself.

The two of you stood in the midst of the battlefield. The Veil was tearing at the seams. All around lay the bodies of the dead: humans, elves, Qunari... but it seemed he noticed no one but you. A ringing filled Solas's ears. Everything began to feel unreal, as if it were happening somewhere far, far away.

"Don't look at me like that, please." — The purple eyes that had been fixed on you all this time suddenly filled with painful regret. — "You know this was the best decision for both of us."

All the arrogance he had displayed so openly before had vanished in an instant. Solas disliked showing weakness, but you — you were an exception. His gaze fell to the lyrium dagger you gripped in your right hand.

"Ir abelas, vhenan."

He knew his apology wouldn't change anything. And yet, he could say one thing with certainty: you remembered everything. Five years ago. The war against the Elder One, Inquisition, and... his lies.