I cannot know if the Solas of your memories did exactly as I have. But I believe it likely. If that is true, then your memories, your very perception of reality, has been subject to a subtle manipulation. Your friend... our friend, Varric...

[And still he hesitates, a moment longer, as if merely delaying the inevitable will allow for the executioner's sword to never fall.]

Varric is dead. I killed him, that day.

[He says it softly, his hands clasped behind his back, facing Kion with his guard deliberately open. There is, in the end, no softening the blow.]