[He gestures at the plants. But then, you've seen what kind of home Solas makes, when left to his own devices: cold, lonely, with only a bare path between work, bed, and food to mark the days. Yes, it was Beleth's doing, to make what was otherwise only shelter, into something worth making beautiful; into a home.]
I wish to speak with you about the ritual site, where first we crossed paths. And of our mutual— [He falters. Once, not so long ago, he would have said "acquaintance" without a moment's pause, papering over every argument and conversation, every long night at camp, and every shared moment of history with Varric in that word. They had shared a journey, nothing more, and don't read too much into it. He is trying to be more honest, these days.] —Our mutual friend, Varric Tethras.
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[He gestures at the plants. But then, you've seen what kind of home Solas makes, when left to his own devices: cold, lonely, with only a bare path between work, bed, and food to mark the days. Yes, it was Beleth's doing, to make what was otherwise only shelter, into something worth making beautiful; into a home.]
I wish to speak with you about the ritual site, where first we crossed paths. And of our mutual— [He falters. Once, not so long ago, he would have said "acquaintance" without a moment's pause, papering over every argument and conversation, every long night at camp, and every shared moment of history with Varric in that word. They had shared a journey, nothing more, and don't read too much into it. He is trying to be more honest, these days.] —Our mutual friend, Varric Tethras.
Do you remember that day?