Solas did not know what to expect from this. He did not know what to imagine, being invited here, especially as a member of the Inquisition. He had been something of an advisor, once, an ally, a friend, almost, but now - now he is just another mage in the eyes of most, someone who, perhaps, knows too much and says too much to go with it. Wisdom is not always accepted by most, he thinks, and there's an intensity about the situation that he struggles to wrap his mind around.
He stands close to Thranduil, careful, a frown settled on his features.
It's true that the discovery blackwater makes him uncomfortable. It reminds him too much of the world of Arlathvhen, of the promises of immortality that the Dalish cling to now, desperate and hoping for something to reunite them with their past. If the Dalish heard speak of this... No, she is correct. If Corypheus had learned of this then it would bring them more danger than he can begin to express, and his brow creases in frustration, in confusion, in ire. He is already immortal enough, Solas himself had learned that when his Foci had slipped from him, but...
None of this is for him to decide, of course. He is not here to be a ruler, to be a leader. That is the position the division heads must take upon their shoulders. This is not something that should be shared with anyone, he thinks, and he's sure his opinion is written on his brow as surely as anything might be. No, Lakshmi should not share this secret with Thedas. There is danger enough with magic and spirits and Corypheus' power, the spread of the Venatori. The world may not last as long as others might hope - and Solas will bite his tongue on that forever - but...
It is too great a risk.
His eyes turn to Thranduil, full of meaning, a frown curving on his lips. No, he thinks. No matter what holy magic Lakshmi brings, the Inquisition must not use it. It will damn them, it will cause them strife, and it will lead them to ruin. That he believes, above all else.
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He stands close to Thranduil, careful, a frown settled on his features.
It's true that the discovery blackwater makes him uncomfortable. It reminds him too much of the world of Arlathvhen, of the promises of immortality that the Dalish cling to now, desperate and hoping for something to reunite them with their past. If the Dalish heard speak of this... No, she is correct. If Corypheus had learned of this then it would bring them more danger than he can begin to express, and his brow creases in frustration, in confusion, in ire. He is already immortal enough, Solas himself had learned that when his Foci had slipped from him, but...
None of this is for him to decide, of course. He is not here to be a ruler, to be a leader. That is the position the division heads must take upon their shoulders. This is not something that should be shared with anyone, he thinks, and he's sure his opinion is written on his brow as surely as anything might be. No, Lakshmi should not share this secret with Thedas. There is danger enough with magic and spirits and Corypheus' power, the spread of the Venatori. The world may not last as long as others might hope - and Solas will bite his tongue on that forever - but...
It is too great a risk.
His eyes turn to Thranduil, full of meaning, a frown curving on his lips. No, he thinks. No matter what holy magic Lakshmi brings, the Inquisition must not use it. It will damn them, it will cause them strife, and it will lead them to ruin. That he believes, above all else.