A green light lit the walls of Skyhold bright.
A sense of panic spread all through the halls.
The time has come. Corypheus. The end.
She entered looking stressed, her face in shock.
“Solas! You're coming with me. Varric went to get Cassandra, we're heading out. Temple of Sacred Ashes.”
“Wait, vhe… Inquisitor!” I act with impulse, try to grasp her arm.
Her eyes see through. My heart beats fast. Vhenan.
My lips meet hers, my soul erupts in flame.
Our spirits dance, her scent envelopes me.
This may be the last I see her. What if I… Our lips part.
“I am sorry. That was impul…”
She pulls me close and kisses me once more.
I feel... alive. Is this where I should be?
Is it too late to change the course of fate?
“Tell me you'll live. I want your promise. Please.”
“I can't promise that, vhena… Inquisi…”
“Solas.” she put her palm on my cheek.
A gaze of sorrow in her eyes and mine.
“I will… try... vhenan.”
Our heads touch gently, in a warm embrace.
“Good… Corypheus awaits us.”