Ah. Her determination wavers then, doubt flicking across her face for a second before she steels herself anew. A foolish tactic, but Lavellan won't let this chance slip away from her -- she cannot afford it, even as she kicks herself all the same for it. Focus, focus.
But Lavellan can give him honesty. "I don't know," she admits, taking another step forward, letting the ice crack underneath her bare feet. "But I do know I should have considered it, instead of blindly assuming that if I fixed it, it'd be as if it never happened." A further thought occurs to her, although it seems more desperate, more reaching than the last. Which, Lavellan will admit, was a significant one already.
"And what of this one, Solas? If that thought should be asked of a doomed world, what about Thedas now? I see no hellscape, just a world scarred but healing." And if something is destroying her from the inside out in it, it's not red lyrium.
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Date: 2017-03-27 11:31 pm (UTC)But Lavellan can give him honesty. "I don't know," she admits, taking another step forward, letting the ice crack underneath her bare feet. "But I do know I should have considered it, instead of blindly assuming that if I fixed it, it'd be as if it never happened." A further thought occurs to her, although it seems more desperate, more reaching than the last. Which, Lavellan will admit, was a significant one already.
"And what of this one, Solas? If that thought should be asked of a doomed world, what about Thedas now? I see no hellscape, just a world scarred but healing." And if something is destroying her from the inside out in it, it's not red lyrium.