It's never as simple as we would like it to be. As much as I would wish it so.
[ There is always more to it, and he wishes Solas didn't have to fight so hard for the truth to surface. It's a much longer fight than simply stopping Elgar'nan and Ghilan'nain. Centuries of mistruth can't possibly be undone overnight, and the Dalish may not be receptive to relearning generations of tradition.
His eyebrows raise in surprise, though from what Rook has told him, this falls in line with the ancient elves being mages as opposed to gods. ]
Tell me. [ Luthien reaches out, placing his hand on Solas' with a squeeze of reassurance. ]
[ The touch is grounding, soft, and Solas takes a deep breath in and then permit it to slip from his mouth with a sigh. ]
The People were spirits, first. The magic of Thedas was used in poor spirit to grant us physical form, and thus we were able to walk the earth as others might.
[ His head bows, and his eyes close. ]
It is not so simple to call us one nor the other. We became bastardisations of our purpose.
[ Solas speaks the truth of their people and he can't help but believe him. It's a revelation that fits into place with everything he'd learned. It makes sense that their history became so lost, so twisted and warped. ]
The lyrium? If the Titans were at odds with how you came to physical form, that would explain much.
[ He knows it must be hard to articulate an entire history, especially one as complicated as this. There are many moving parts and how can one put the events of life in a list of importance? ]
[ The words come out cool, a little darker than he might have intended - but it's an old ache, an old wound, something he can't quite shove aside or ignore. Solas is hurt by this, as he was at the time, and reliving it...
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[ There is always more to it, and he wishes Solas didn't have to fight so hard for the truth to surface. It's a much longer fight than simply stopping Elgar'nan and Ghilan'nain. Centuries of mistruth can't possibly be undone overnight, and the Dalish may not be receptive to relearning generations of tradition.
His eyebrows raise in surprise, though from what Rook has told him, this falls in line with the ancient elves being mages as opposed to gods. ]
Tell me. [ Luthien reaches out, placing his hand on Solas' with a squeeze of reassurance. ]
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The People were spirits, first. The magic of Thedas was used in poor spirit to grant us physical form, and thus we were able to walk the earth as others might.
[ His head bows, and his eyes close. ]
It is not so simple to call us one nor the other. We became bastardisations of our purpose.
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The lyrium? If the Titans were at odds with how you came to physical form, that would explain much.
[ He knows it must be hard to articulate an entire history, especially one as complicated as this. There are many moving parts and how can one put the events of life in a list of importance? ]
Did everyone want this change?
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[ The words come out cool, a little darker than he might have intended - but it's an old ache, an old wound, something he can't quite shove aside or ignore. Solas is hurt by this, as he was at the time, and reliving it...
That is painful. ]
Mythal convinced me of its merits.