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"Does knowing what I am put me in danger of some kind?"
He tilted his head in the other direction. "Not you. Knowing means you can use it. Knowing gives you power."
Interesting phrasing. Intentional, like many of the veiled hints Cole had been endeavoring to give her. Brow wrinkling in thought, Athim considered Cole, the way his eyes glittered with words he could not speak.
"That power doesn't put me in danger," she thought aloud. "But it could endanger someone else, or something else." Her brow smoothed as realization dawned. "He thinks I can stop him."
Cole didn't respond, but his chest had stopped moving. Holding his breath.
"Is he right? Could I?" Not something Solas told him, not something he felt. A question Cole could answer.
He nodded. "You're like him. A match, in every way."
Athim chewed her lip. Solas was determined, so determined that he had kept her from knowledge that could have helped her, helped the Inquisition.
I walk the Din'anshiral. There is only death on this journey.
Her jaw stiffened. She wasn't going to let that happen.
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