"Perhaps he always knew how, he simply lacked the power." His frown persists, dark eyebrows drawn downwards, and he knows that they've come to a dangerous twist in the plot, one he simply can't keep to himself and yet isn't quite sure how to breach and give it the proper weight it deserves.

To be perfectly honest, he's still not quite sure how he feels about it.

"The Anchor," he begins again, his voice soft, his words chosen with care, "It was his to begin with. Solas is-- not who we thought he was, though it seemed that he never meant for things to happen the way they did. How much of that is true, I can't say. I'm not certain anyone can."