[The name alone is enough to make the trapped birds in his hands come to rest.

After that, in between every breath and every word spoken to him, his understanding expands tenfold. By the time the peace offering is made, there is nothing left for Solas to illuminate. The clarity is sharp and blinding and shining from somewhere in Lavellan's chest.]

This has happened to you before. You feel replaceable with a hundred different faces... skins... each one better than your own. Does anyone see me? Does anyone know me?