No, she hadn't expected it. She'd said as much--he would be mad. Of course he'd never agree to it. When had that ever stopped her?
"If I were in your place, I would have every confidence that you would be able to free me from it. That you would tear the world apart to release me. But I don't have the powers of Fen'Harel--" Look, Solas, she can do that too. "--I am no mage, I have no knowledge or skill for enchantments and their weavings. What else could I do? Live my life, knowing that every moment of it was at the expense of your pain? Do you think I could live like that?"
She turns towards him, the pretense of sweeping gone, broom slammed into the floor. "It was hard enough these past ten years to know you were out there, alone and hurting. At least by your side, I would not be complicit. I will not live out a life built on your suffering! You can't ask it of me!"
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"If I were in your place, I would have every confidence that you would be able to free me from it. That you would tear the world apart to release me. But I don't have the powers of Fen'Harel--" Look, Solas, she can do that too. "--I am no mage, I have no knowledge or skill for enchantments and their weavings. What else could I do? Live my life, knowing that every moment of it was at the expense of your pain? Do you think I could live like that?"
She turns towards him, the pretense of sweeping gone, broom slammed into the floor. "It was hard enough these past ten years to know you were out there, alone and hurting. At least by your side, I would not be complicit. I will not live out a life built on your suffering! You can't ask it of me!"