This is not Solas as his truest self.
Rook never sees Solas as his truest self until the last five minutes of the game. Solas is not being himself. He is being the weapon he was moulded into over millennia. Rook’s first peek at Solas as his truest self is here:
It’s when he says “Vhenan.”
When he faces the person who pulled him from his purpose and wielded him as a weapon, and his entire body language crumples into a fawn response so visceral, the first thing he does is offer her a weapon to kill him with.
It’s here, when she says, “I release you from my service” after untold millennia of abuse, and he collapses in tears after being bound for so long.
Rook has never met the real Solas. Rook does not know him.
Rook knows only a carefully cultivated trauma mask built to survive shame so deep, he cannot escape it himself.
This man has allowed one person to truly know him as he *wants to be seen*.
This is the real Solas (left, with six eyes and a lot of glowing tendrils of magic):
But the closest to the real Solas Rook gets is here:
It’s him going home with the one person he’s ever truly been safe with outside the Fade.
Rook may respect him, may like him, may enjoy the banter, but like even the Inquisition, Rook does not know him.
Only Lavellan, Morrigan through Mythal’s memories, and Mythal can claim that, and Mythal only through everything she did to break him because he served her purpose and loved her. Mythal may have known him, but she has never truly seen him except as a tool.
He is not Pride. He is Wisdom. He has been made over in everyone else’s image enough.
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