Étiquette : solas

Blackwall:  Do you have any advice for fighting demons, Solas?
Solas:  Survive the first thirty heartbeats, and you’ll have already won.
Blackwall:  So I should try not to die? Helpful.
Solas:  I mean that demons are rarely intelligent enough to change their tactics. If you focus on defending yourself, you will see the full range of their abilities within the first thirty heartbeats. By then, you should be able to find a weakness and exploit it.
Blackwall:  Ahh, that is helpful! I will try to remember that.
Solas:  Also, try not to die.

Solas:  I wish to apologize for what I said to you, Blackwall.
Blackwall:  You were right, though. I deserved it.
Solas:  My people had a saying long ago “The healer has the bloodiest hands.” You cannot treat a wound without knowing how deep it goes. You cannot heal pain by hiding it. You must accept. Accept the blood to make things better. You have taken the first step. That is the hardest part.

Blackwall:  You haven’t said much to me since… well, you know.
Solas:  There is little to say. I assumed we were alike. We’d seen war, knew its terrible costs, but understood that it was necessary. But there was nothing necessary in what you did. You did not survive death and destruction. You sowed them. To feed your own desires.
Blackwall:  I know that. I see it every time I look in a mirror. I try to make up for it.
Solas:  By wearing another skin. You ran away rather than face what you had done. You wasted your time.

Blackwall:  For all your experience, Solas, you don’t carry yourself like a soldier.
Solas:  You should have seen me when I was younger. Hot-blooded and cocky, always ready to fight.
Blackwall:  Ah, youth.
Solas:  It is a delicate balance for those who fight.
Solas:  If they lack sufficient passion, they never become truly skilled, and die or leave the life.
Blackwall:  But too much passion, and they end up dead …  or monsters better off dead.
Solas:  Yes. It is a rare soldier who can fight without letting it define him.

Solas:  Your Order… the Grey Wardens…
Blackwall:  Not my Order, as you well know.
Solas:  Of course, but you may still have an answer.
Blackwall:  What about them?
Solas:  The Wardens see themselves as the world’s defense against the Blight, do they not?
Blackwall:  Yes… why do you sound so skeptical? Doesn’t everyone know this?
Solas:  When an Archdemon rises, they slay it. What will they do when all the Archdemons are slain?
Blackwall:  Retire?
Solas:  Without Archdemons, there can be no Blights. Is that the reasoning?
Blackwall:  Right. Where are you going with this?
Solas:  Nowhere. I hope they are correct.

Solas:  So, you and the Inquisitor are together.
Blackwall:  Yes. Is that a problem?
Solas:  Far from it. People should seize any chance for a moment’s respite in times such as these. I am glad you’ve allowed yourself some happiness.
Blackwall:  I expected you to think that I should keep punishing myself.
Solas:  I would be concerned if you forgot your past, but that seems unlikely. Beyond that, guilt is a distraction. One we can ill afford.
Blackwall:  What of you, then? Have you found someone to share a moment’s respite?
Solas:  I find my peace elsewhere.

I have to say that I do not understand why he is saying that, he joined the Inquisition to keep a close eye on the consequences of his little failure, to control the situation, and also for the orb. Ok, he is playing a role but sometimes it’s … a little too much …

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