50 years in the Fade. An eternity. With him of all people.

After the defeat of Elgar'nan Rook had constructed a plan to use Mythal's Essence that they had earned in the Crossroads to have her fragment sway Solas from his path. But Morrigan had not been able to show up at the final battle with the essence. So Rook had to use the back-up plan.

A replica of the Dread Wolf's prized lyrium dagger had done the trick. He'd even respected the clever yet simple way of it, Rook thinks. He was sucked in to sustain the Veil just like that. Defeated. But a mistake had been made.

Rook had nicked their hand on the real lyrium dagger, binding them to the Veil as well. They are sucked in after Solas.

And that is how it began. These years in the Fade, enemies side by side, fighting through dreams.

The temple that this dream consists of is mighty and beautiful, built from carved stone in intricate patterns, the walls draped in tapestries of ancient elves.

Rook's footsteps echo through the building as they approach the altar in the middle of the temple. The statue of a wolf. How fitting.

They sense he's near. They've gained that 7th sense after all these years of not aging, with only him around in the confusion of the Fade.

His boots are quiet against the pavement as he studies the decorated walls. A rare moment of stillness between them.

Perhaps they have grown tired of fighting.