WIP Wednesday: The World at His fingertips....
MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THE HERETIC
His right hand shimmied down my arm and interlaced with my fingers and he turned to face me, an unspoken declaration twitching at his lips.
“I know that it is unlikely my words will reach you. But I do want you to live—no. I want you and Dal’nim to thrive in the world I will shape.”
I stared up at him without really seeing him, rather I looked through him and with my silence as his answer, he continued.
Solas squeezed my palms, “You may not comprehend my methods, but everything I have accomplished up until now, cruel or otherwise have ensured your future. You will understand the cost when you behold it, the empire that will arise from the ashes of this one. Dal’nim will only know paradise. She, nor you, will miss Thedas as you knew it. I promise you.”
I pulled my hands from his numbly and let them fall to my side and I slowly traded my view of him for the artifact.
“I think I have seen your utopia. In my nightmares. I do not want it.”
Solas clenched his jaw as I turned from him but did not reach for me again.
"So, this is it." I glowered at the artifact, diverting our conversation away from sentiments. "Our journey has come to an end, but your freedom from the Inquisition, from death, and..." His voice descended into a whisper, "...from me if you so choose, is about to begin." "We are here because you believe genocide is the answer. And I, just the lucky exception.” I turned around and searched his eyes, allowing myself to sink into the black abyss of his pupils for the last time. “You often spoke of alternatives, and this was always the best option. I cannot fathom the others.” "I've explained this countless times, yet the content relayed did not suit the pallet your ears. I will confide in you this wisdom, for it is as true as it is harsh, and perhaps this time, as we stand on the precipice of this new world, you will understand. So, listen well. It's not genocide if they're not real." "Falon'din and Andruil seemed pretty real to me." Solas tilted his head and frowned. "I am not speaking in regard to--" "No, but they will succumb to the same fate. I know what you will do to them. Your grotesque plans are clear to me now." A cruel smile ghosted his lips and he leaned backwards, "and what is that? What devious plans of mine has your paranoia concocted for me?" But his inflection implied that it was more of a challenge than a question. "They'll be sacrificed for your greater purpose. The Wolf that stalks the fade, once freed, will consume both and you will gain their powers. How else do you kill those of which who do not die so easily, Solas? You seek to make them a part of you. Twist, bend and contort them until they lose their shape, their identity, their power. Like my ancestor. They will simply become limbs of an already growing monster. It is no coincidence that your wolf in the fade has taken dragon features. Your morals are diluted in the face of your enemy. The means justify the ends. You are hungry for power."
That smug faint grin threatened to spill out into bared teeth and Solas pursed his lips to cover what looked like a snarl.
“And with that Red Idol, you will be unstoppable.”
