"How is it that you are here?" he asks more assertively.
"I...I am here with the help of our people, I've come to speak for those who have no voice in what you wish to do here." I say standing before him.
"There is nothing you can do vhenan, I cannot change what must happen." he frowns, his eyes wandering my body and stops on my left arm. His expression changes to one of puzzlement.
"What have you done to your arm? How is it that the anchor has not consumed you? It was so unstable when last we met." He reaches slowly for my arm, gently taking hold of my hand. He is unable to see the runes written across my arm because they are hidden beneath my armour. Pulling away quickly from embarrassment and anger I yell, "Why would you care? What was it you said? "I would not live to see the world" as you burn it? Well I will, and I won't let you do it." tears begin to form at the corners of my eyes.
"Ma'arlath (my love), I would never harm you. You know it was never my intent for you to be harmed by the anchor. I would not want you to see the destruction of your world either, both are things I would never wish upon you." He says as he reaches again for my arm.
"Stop it!" I yell again "Do you look out of concern for me? Or intrigue that you could still use the anchor for your plan? ...It doesn't matter. I want you to know that your plan will fail. As we speak, those faithful to the Inquisition are spreading word of your plan to the elven clans across Theadas. From what I've heard, the majority does not support it. You will kill them, as much as everyone else." I look down at those clustered below, they are few, ragged, and worn. "Who will follow you into this new world you create?" I look into his eyes. "Solas please, the elves are free, they struggle, like all people, but they are free. You would not subjugate them to slavery again would you? The Dalish would sooner die than submit again to such a fate, you know that! You would be committing thousands of your own people to death if you follow through with your plan."
"I look, because I am concerned with your wellbeing vhenan. Do you think me such a monster that I would harm the one being important enough for me to turn away from the Fade itself? I would not blame you if you did...because it is true. The elven tales can tell you of my wicked nature, if you'd sit at the fires and listen to them. Even being the terrible Fen'Harel, I would not let the false gods harm those who have survived. I have a plan for them, and it should keep the people safe after everything has settled." Solas responds, standing at a distance. He is hurt by my words, I can see.
"I've been sent to convince you, or kill you Solas. Please don't make me do the latter. If the lives of your people are not enough to convince you to stop this irresponsible and sickening plan, then nothing will." I say as I reach for my weapon. "What is your decision? Will you stop, or kill the world and myself in the progress?" My large sword is at the ready in front of me. A burst of green crackling light comes out of my hand, and consumes the metal of my sword.
Solas stares at my weapon transfixed for a moment. Looking up he stares into my eyes with sadness. "I cannot Ma'arlath, and you know you will not survive if I choose to fight you. You could become a statue in seconds, so why do you bother? Please, put your sword away and leave. Live the last days of your life in relative peace before the end comes for you... as it comes for all of us."
"I will not. This World is worth dying for Solas, and if you must destroy it, you must destroy me along with it." I say, and whisper in hushed tones, "Forgive me my love, I cannot let you repeat your mistake." I run at him with my blade extended. He does nothing, and just watches as I rush him. Solas looks miserable as he sighs, "Dareth shiral, ma'arlath (Safe journey, my love)." His eyes flash bright blue as time slows down. The anchor flashes brighter, burning and hot. Sound comes quickly as time returns to normal as I finish my swing, snapping his staff in two. Sparks and magic escapes his staff. It is useless, no more than a stick to him now. He is stunned, but manages to roll out of the way of my second swing in time. This swing catches his robe, leaving it tare at the edge. "It's not possible. How did you...?" He manages to say, as I swing at him a third time.
He casts a burst spell against me, sending me flying through the air. My head is pounding, as I stand up, sword ready. "It's not easy to cast without a staff to focus your spells, is it…Solas?" I say, as I prepare to rush him again. His followers have crowded around, excited to see their "master" in action. I ignore them, as I rush at Solas for a heavy blow. Without warning a follower steps out of the crowd. I move to avoid him, and in this action he grabs onto me. In seconds I feel the warmth dripping down my side. As I turn my head to look, I see the follower stepping back with a proud smile on his face and a bloody dirk in his hand. Without warning, I cough. Dropping my sword I wipe my mouth, only to see blood. I cannot breathe. Wheezing, I look to Solas with sorrow in my eyes. "Dareth, ma vhenan...(Be safe, my heart)"