A handful. Some have come and gone. The others... are unfamiliar.
[He should tell him that Cole's here. He should, and it almost pains him when he doesn't. He'd give anything to start in with all the little details he's picked up on, all the things that bring comfort when the world is gone without a trace. But Solas had to go off, reveal himself, forsake everyone.
He preferred when the most remarkable thing about him was his lack of fashion. He could trust him with his thoughts.]
Our memories may not be universal. We come from different points in time, like the mess the Inquisitor and I took a dip into at Redcliffe.
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[He should tell him that Cole's here. He should, and it almost pains him when he doesn't. He'd give anything to start in with all the little details he's picked up on, all the things that bring comfort when the world is gone without a trace. But Solas had to go off, reveal himself, forsake everyone.
He preferred when the most remarkable thing about him was his lack of fashion. He could trust him with his thoughts.]
Our memories may not be universal. We come from different points in time, like the mess the Inquisitor and I took a dip into at Redcliffe.