Hello! Here is part two. I am convinced I suck at writing Cole in first person, so the next one shot(part three) will probably be the last in his point of view. It will be the last of this little problem trilogy. I hope you enjoy!

She came to me again, crying. I don't like it when Solona is sad. She said he wanted to hurt her. She said he wanted to hurt her by hurting Mr. Floofools, her friend, my friend, our friend.

I don't understand why he would want to hurt them. Hurting others is wrong, he is wrong. I was wrong, but not anymore.

I don't like him.

I felt angry, wrathful and writhing with hot daggers in the belly.

No one hurts my friends. Certainly not him.

Solona asks if I will do something, say something. Her eyes are hurt, scared and wet with tears. She has stories of pain on her face.

I said no, meant yes.

I go to him-the Templar Recruit-and feel the red inside. Red, but not red. Angry, not hurt or sad. Just rage.

I tell him to stop hurting my friends, hurting her. I feel anger boil in my belly as he laughs, cold like the winter's morning mist. He says he will. He lies. And I don't know how to make him stop.

I told Solona, and now she is angry with me. I don't understand. I was only trying to help. I don't understand how she claims I only made things worse. I was trying to help!

I don't see her again for the next several days. When I see her, she is not the same person as she was before him. He changed the way she lived behind her eyes. She can't walk far without pausing to catch her breath. Her lungs hurt.

I am scared. If helping makes him hurt her more, how can I help her? If I don't help, he will still hurt her. I don't understand. Why don't I understand? Why can't I help right?

I will go to Varric for help. Hopefully Varric knows something. If not, the voices in his head will.

"Well...shit." Varric mutters, scratching his chin in thought. I told him everything. I am sure Varric will help.

"I...I try to help, but it just makes things worse! How can I help when helping is wrong, but not wrong?" I ask, scared and worried. I hear Varric sigh.

"Listen, Kid...these types of things are, well, complicated. In truth, you can't do much to help Slinky. She has to help herself. The best you can do is be there for her."

"But...but how can I help her without hurting her?" I don't understand.

Varric pinches the bridge of his nose, "Cole...how do I say this...Solona got herself involved with that Templar, right? Since she got herself in that mess, she has to get herself out. Without your help. She has to be ready to help herself and move on. So long as she isn't, she'll stay with him."

"But she is ready!" I stammer.

I don't understand. She got herself into the hurt...how can she get herself out of it when she wasn't hurting herself? He was hurting her. Why would she want to stay if it meant getting hurt? Why would she do that to herself?

"Did she actually say she wanted to leave him, Kid?"

I pause. I want to say yes, but that would be a lie, not right. It is what I want, but...not what she wants, "...no."

Why?

Varric shook his head, "Just be there for her. That's all you can do. Good luck, Kid."

I frown. I still don't understand.

Several days later I sit with her in the garden. She doesn't use the stairs. They make it hard for her to breathe. She is still bruised, but not on the outside. She is bruised on the inside.

"I'm sorry he hurts you." I say, though it feels tiny, not enough, fading and forgotten. The stone bench is hard and cold while the wind is soft and makes the trees dance.

Solona slowly nods in response, tired and weary, "So am I."

I wanted to help, but I didn't know how. It was harder to hear her.

"I-I want to help...but I don't know how...he'll just hurt you. I don't like it when you hurt."

She is quiet for a long time, "I'm sorry."

I frown. She shouldn't be sorry. She is doing nothing wrong. He is, "You shouldn't be."

I don't look at her. She is so close, yet she is still falling away from me.

"I'm scared." I state, and she looks at me. Truly looks at me, eyes wide and suddenly...not broken.

Her lips quivered, and she looked concerned for me, "Cole? Cole, why are you scared?"

I hesitate, "Because...I am losing my friend. On the battlements, I was scared that you would fall down. But if you fell down, I could follow and pick you back up. But you aren't falling down now. You are falling away. So far away that I can't...I can't grasp you and pull you back in, falling, falling, so far away, out of reach, out of sight. I could follow if you fell down. But you are too far away to follow if you fall away."

Solona frowned, upset. I then felt her hand around mine, soft, tiny and warm. I was scared, at first. Then I wasn't, because she was there. There, and not away, not somewhere else. But there, beside me, in my hand, safe and not hurting.

"I'm sorry. I don't want to fall away from you, Cole."

We sat like that for a long time, not speaking and palms sweating.

I would be there for her until she was ready to face him.

Everything was okay.

I would never hurt her like he would.

End part two of Him and prepare for part three. And then you will never have to read my terrible interpretation of Cole. Yay. On a somewhat fun fact(not that the topic is fun at all), a form of domestic abuse in a relationship is by holding the victim hostage by threatening them in terms of monetary necessity, harming any children and pets they might have, and several other things.

Either way, thank you for reading and supporting, as well as all those who favorited/followed, ect!

PS: As a side note, I support the highly crack pairing of Cole and Sera. They would never work, but I think they're cute together. Just throwin' it out there.